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A Life Known
Title: A Life KnownChapter 3/?
Ratings: Eventually N-17 m/m
Beta: None all mistakes are mine
Warnings: Minor character death, angst
Pairings: Viggo Orlando OC
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of it is true. I do not claim to know the preferences of Viggo or Orlando dog gone it!
Chapter 3
Samantha and her mum were huddled in the family room of the hospital listening intently at what the Dr. was telling them. He didn’t have much hope for Orlando. He didn’t want to lead the family on, but he didn’t want to give false hope either.
“It may be time to say your goodbyes to your son Mrs. Bloom,” he said softly as he knelt in front of her. He laid his hand on her knee and took a hold of her hand. “I’m very, very sorry, but I don’t think there is much else we can do at this point.”
She nodded her head slowly, “Thank you Dr. I understand, it is very rare indeed to find a heart that matches my Orlando’s, he is so very special, and only the best will do.” She let the tears fall from her eyes freely.
The Dr. gave a warm smile, “Yes, he is a very special young man Mrs. Bloom, you did an outstanding job raising him. You should be very proud.”
“Thank you,” she whispered and laid her head on Samantha’s shoulder.
The door to the family room suddenly opened and a young nurse popped her head in. “Dr. Crowe, we need you down in the emergency room right away,” she whispered quickly.
He nodded his head towards her. “I’ll check on you ladies and Orlando in a bit okay?” he said gently as he got to his feet.
Both woman nodded there heads and sat quietly side by side in the soft lights of the family room both crying softly as the doctor left them alone to decide how to say there goodbyes to Orlando.
Once outside, he turned to the nurse. “What’s going on?”
There’s been a truck/car accident victim being brought in, female age 35, badly injured, 2 months pregnant.”
Dr. Crowe took a deep breath. “Why is it always the young Claire?” he asked shaking his head sadly.
She could only shake her head and follow him quickly down the corridor.
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Viggo sat in the police car as it raced to the hospital. His hands were shaking terribly, his head pounding with pain and pressure. The tears were falling down his face, he didn’t even notice nor did he even care. He couldn’t believe this was happening: it seemed like a sick movie only with him in it. It made him ill.
“We’ll be there in a few minutes Mr. Mortensen.” The young officer looking at the anguished man beside him.
“How bad?” he finally asked after a few moments had passed staring into the dark of the night, watching the rain beat against the window.
The officer squirmed before he answered. “Well from what I understood, the limo she was in was broad sided by a truck, the fire department had to use the jaws of life to get her out.”
Viggo felt his heart clench in his chest. He took another deep breath. “How bad?” He asked again.
“It…it doesn’t look good , sir,” he replied. “I’m sorry.”
Viggo sat quietly saying nothing until they pulled into the emergency entrance. He opened the door before the car even stopped and raced into the reception area frantic now to find his wife. He immediately ran to the receptionist demanding to be taken to his wife.
“Mr. Mortensen,” a voice from the corridor called him.
He looked up and saw a man in his mid 40’s with dark brown hair wearing a doctor’s coat. He immediately rushed to him. “ Are you taking care of my wife? How is she? Can I see her?”
“Yes, please come this way,” he said quietly. They walked briskly down the white corridor to the busy emergency center. He stopped him right outside the room holding his arm gently.
“What?” he began.
Mr. Mortensen, I just want to prepare you first.”
Viggo nodded his head quickly. “Yes, of course.”
“She has had a tremendous amount of blood loss, and various internal injuries, and external injuries.” He paused before continuing when he saw how Viggo blanched at the news.
“Mr. Mortensen….” He paused and pulled him into the room beside the one his wife was in. “She had stopped breathing before the paramedics had gotten to her, it was several minutes before CPR was started.”
Viggo could feel his chest tightening at the news he knew was coming. He shook his head. “No,” he said quietly.
The Dr. let another deep breath escape. He hated this part of his job with a passion.
“Right now the only thing that is keeping your wife alive is the respirator that’s breathing for her.”
Viggo felt his knees grow week and he grabbed the doctor by the arms to steady himself. “No,” he whispered again, more to himself then to the doctor. “I…I want to see her, I need to see her,” he said after he regained his equilibrium.
The doctor nodded and led him back to the cubicle Christine was in.
Viggo took a deep breath trying so hard to remain calm in the midst of such agonizing pain. He pulled the curtain aside and was hardly prepared for the sight he saw. The body on the stretcher didn’t even look like his wife. Her face was swollen terribly. She had a thick layer of bandages covering her blonde hair that was matted with dried and fresh blood. There were several deep lacerations and contusions. Several tubes were infusing various types of fluids into her body, from saline to dextrose to the bag of blood with it steady drip. He felt himself shiver from the cold chill that ran through his body.
“Christine,” he called out quietly as he walked quietly to the bedside and found her hand on the outside with one of the many IV’s running fluid trough her veins. She had a tube that was taped to her mouth, running down her throat into her lungs giving her air, making her lungs work. The dull hiss of the machine was steady in the background. Viggo faintly heard the beeping of the heart monitor.
”Hey baby, the movies not that bad you had to avoid it you know,” he said trying to smile. Hoping she heard him.
“Is she in pain?” he asked suddenly turning to the doctor.
“No, she’s not sir.” He answered.
Viggo nodded and sat down at her side and tried talking to her. Little bits and pieces of what had happened that day. Trying his best to talk normal but failing miserably.
Minutes passed and Viggo finally stopped talking as the doctor walked over to him and laid his hand on his shoulder squeezing it lightly.
“I need to talk to you a minute Mr. Mortenesen. In private.”
Viggo nodded, “I’ll be right back sweetheart,” he said and leaned over and kissed her bruised face. His tears splashing down on her face as he did.
He left with the doctor and they went down the hall to the Chapel, Dr. Crowe shutting the door behind them.
Have a seat sir,” he said kindly. Viggo sat down on the edge of the seat. Looking very uncomfortable.
Dr. Crowe leaned forward in his seat across from Viggos. “There is no easy way to say this but… all the test come back….. that there is no brain activity.”
“What are you saying?” Viggo asked confused. He knew, but he didn’t want to understand.
“The machine is keeping your wife’s body alive, but her brain has no activity.”
“Are you trying to tell me my wife is dead?” he asked irritably.
Dr Crowe nodded his head solemely. “Yes, I am afraid she is,”
“Is there no chance of her coming around after time?” he persisted. “Leave her on the machine and then when she is ready to wake up she can.”
“I’m afraid not Mr. Mortensen.”
“Why the hell not!” he shouted the anger finally coming to a head as he stood and faced away from the doctor.
“Mr. Mortensen when the brain is without oxygen for so long….” he began but Viggo cut him off.
“Are you telling me that you want to unplug the machine?” he growled. “Kill my wife!”
The Dr. hung his head, and prayed for the strength to do this. “Mr. Mortensen, “Your wife is basically dead, if it weren’t for the machine she is hooked up to, she would be dead. I don’t want to sound mean or uncaring… but you need to know.”
“Can’t we just let her stay on it till she wakes up?” he asked. “ I just know she’s going to.” he paced the room like a caged lion. “You do know she is pregnant?” he asked. The doctor nodded his head. Viggo stopped his pacing and stood facing the blank wall. “I can’t do that. I won’t do that. Please don’t ask me to.”
The Dr. came up behind him and spoke softly to him, to try to calm him and sooth some of the pain away that he had caused. He gently placed his hand on Viggos back. “There is a young man here in the hospital.” He spoke quietly. He paused almost hesitant to continue. “He is very, very ill.”
“What?” Viggo asked turning his head slightly looking to the side in the doctor’s direction.
“Your wife, she had a donor card in her purse… she wanted her organs to be donated… if anything should ever happen to her.”he answered.
“I…I can’t do that,” he whispered appalled at the thought.
“It’s her last wish Mr. Mortensen, let her help others, so others may live because of her. Don’t let her death be for nothing. Let the young man upstairs have a chance at life. And others that need those vital organs.”
“I…I….can’t,” he whispered as he shook his head, again the decision now weighing heavily upon him.
“We need to make a decision very soon,” he continued. “ The young man…he hasn’t much time left,” he stressed now wanting to give Orlando the chance he so desperately needed. They were running out of time.
Viggo felt somewhat defeated. He knew in his heart this is what Christine would want. Could he deny her this final wish? No he wouldn’t deny her this. He knew this is what she would of wanted. “Can I say goodbye?” he asked at last his voice barely audible as his throat constricted around his words.
“Yes, of course, “ he replied. I’ll let the nurses know and get things ready in O.R.” The doctor placed his arm around Viggo.
”I am so sorry for your loss Mr. Mortensen, for both of them.” He said sincerely.
Defeated Viggo walked to the door, and turned the knob looking sideways but not quite at him. His words were low, softly spoken. “ I hope this young man realizes what a precious gift he is getting today.” With that he walked out of the room and back down the cold corridor and back to the cubicle room to say goodbye to his life.
tbc....
Title: A Life KnownChapter 3/?
Ratings: Eventually N-17 m/m
Beta: None all mistakes are mine
Warnings: Minor character death, angst
Pairings: Viggo Orlando OC
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of it is true. I do not claim to know the preferences of Viggo or Orlando dog gone it!
Chapter 3
Samantha and her mum were huddled in the family room of the hospital listening intently at what the Dr. was telling them. He didn’t have much hope for Orlando. He didn’t want to lead the family on, but he didn’t want to give false hope either.
“It may be time to say your goodbyes to your son Mrs. Bloom,” he said softly as he knelt in front of her. He laid his hand on her knee and took a hold of her hand. “I’m very, very sorry, but I don’t think there is much else we can do at this point.”
She nodded her head slowly, “Thank you Dr. I understand, it is very rare indeed to find a heart that matches my Orlando’s, he is so very special, and only the best will do.” She let the tears fall from her eyes freely.
The Dr. gave a warm smile, “Yes, he is a very special young man Mrs. Bloom, you did an outstanding job raising him. You should be very proud.”
“Thank you,” she whispered and laid her head on Samantha’s shoulder.
The door to the family room suddenly opened and a young nurse popped her head in. “Dr. Crowe, we need you down in the emergency room right away,” she whispered quickly.
He nodded his head towards her. “I’ll check on you ladies and Orlando in a bit okay?” he said gently as he got to his feet.
Both woman nodded there heads and sat quietly side by side in the soft lights of the family room both crying softly as the doctor left them alone to decide how to say there goodbyes to Orlando.
Once outside, he turned to the nurse. “What’s going on?”
There’s been a truck/car accident victim being brought in, female age 35, badly injured, 2 months pregnant.”
Dr. Crowe took a deep breath. “Why is it always the young Claire?” he asked shaking his head sadly.
She could only shake her head and follow him quickly down the corridor.
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Viggo sat in the police car as it raced to the hospital. His hands were shaking terribly, his head pounding with pain and pressure. The tears were falling down his face, he didn’t even notice nor did he even care. He couldn’t believe this was happening: it seemed like a sick movie only with him in it. It made him ill.
“We’ll be there in a few minutes Mr. Mortensen.” The young officer looking at the anguished man beside him.
“How bad?” he finally asked after a few moments had passed staring into the dark of the night, watching the rain beat against the window.
The officer squirmed before he answered. “Well from what I understood, the limo she was in was broad sided by a truck, the fire department had to use the jaws of life to get her out.”
Viggo felt his heart clench in his chest. He took another deep breath. “How bad?” He asked again.
“It…it doesn’t look good , sir,” he replied. “I’m sorry.”
Viggo sat quietly saying nothing until they pulled into the emergency entrance. He opened the door before the car even stopped and raced into the reception area frantic now to find his wife. He immediately ran to the receptionist demanding to be taken to his wife.
“Mr. Mortensen,” a voice from the corridor called him.
He looked up and saw a man in his mid 40’s with dark brown hair wearing a doctor’s coat. He immediately rushed to him. “ Are you taking care of my wife? How is she? Can I see her?”
“Yes, please come this way,” he said quietly. They walked briskly down the white corridor to the busy emergency center. He stopped him right outside the room holding his arm gently.
“What?” he began.
Mr. Mortensen, I just want to prepare you first.”
Viggo nodded his head quickly. “Yes, of course.”
“She has had a tremendous amount of blood loss, and various internal injuries, and external injuries.” He paused before continuing when he saw how Viggo blanched at the news.
“Mr. Mortensen….” He paused and pulled him into the room beside the one his wife was in. “She had stopped breathing before the paramedics had gotten to her, it was several minutes before CPR was started.”
Viggo could feel his chest tightening at the news he knew was coming. He shook his head. “No,” he said quietly.
The Dr. let another deep breath escape. He hated this part of his job with a passion.
“Right now the only thing that is keeping your wife alive is the respirator that’s breathing for her.”
Viggo felt his knees grow week and he grabbed the doctor by the arms to steady himself. “No,” he whispered again, more to himself then to the doctor. “I…I want to see her, I need to see her,” he said after he regained his equilibrium.
The doctor nodded and led him back to the cubicle Christine was in.
Viggo took a deep breath trying so hard to remain calm in the midst of such agonizing pain. He pulled the curtain aside and was hardly prepared for the sight he saw. The body on the stretcher didn’t even look like his wife. Her face was swollen terribly. She had a thick layer of bandages covering her blonde hair that was matted with dried and fresh blood. There were several deep lacerations and contusions. Several tubes were infusing various types of fluids into her body, from saline to dextrose to the bag of blood with it steady drip. He felt himself shiver from the cold chill that ran through his body.
“Christine,” he called out quietly as he walked quietly to the bedside and found her hand on the outside with one of the many IV’s running fluid trough her veins. She had a tube that was taped to her mouth, running down her throat into her lungs giving her air, making her lungs work. The dull hiss of the machine was steady in the background. Viggo faintly heard the beeping of the heart monitor.
”Hey baby, the movies not that bad you had to avoid it you know,” he said trying to smile. Hoping she heard him.
“Is she in pain?” he asked suddenly turning to the doctor.
“No, she’s not sir.” He answered.
Viggo nodded and sat down at her side and tried talking to her. Little bits and pieces of what had happened that day. Trying his best to talk normal but failing miserably.
Minutes passed and Viggo finally stopped talking as the doctor walked over to him and laid his hand on his shoulder squeezing it lightly.
“I need to talk to you a minute Mr. Mortenesen. In private.”
Viggo nodded, “I’ll be right back sweetheart,” he said and leaned over and kissed her bruised face. His tears splashing down on her face as he did.
He left with the doctor and they went down the hall to the Chapel, Dr. Crowe shutting the door behind them.
Have a seat sir,” he said kindly. Viggo sat down on the edge of the seat. Looking very uncomfortable.
Dr. Crowe leaned forward in his seat across from Viggos. “There is no easy way to say this but… all the test come back….. that there is no brain activity.”
“What are you saying?” Viggo asked confused. He knew, but he didn’t want to understand.
“The machine is keeping your wife’s body alive, but her brain has no activity.”
“Are you trying to tell me my wife is dead?” he asked irritably.
Dr Crowe nodded his head solemely. “Yes, I am afraid she is,”
“Is there no chance of her coming around after time?” he persisted. “Leave her on the machine and then when she is ready to wake up she can.”
“I’m afraid not Mr. Mortensen.”
“Why the hell not!” he shouted the anger finally coming to a head as he stood and faced away from the doctor.
“Mr. Mortensen when the brain is without oxygen for so long….” he began but Viggo cut him off.
“Are you telling me that you want to unplug the machine?” he growled. “Kill my wife!”
The Dr. hung his head, and prayed for the strength to do this. “Mr. Mortensen, “Your wife is basically dead, if it weren’t for the machine she is hooked up to, she would be dead. I don’t want to sound mean or uncaring… but you need to know.”
“Can’t we just let her stay on it till she wakes up?” he asked. “ I just know she’s going to.” he paced the room like a caged lion. “You do know she is pregnant?” he asked. The doctor nodded his head. Viggo stopped his pacing and stood facing the blank wall. “I can’t do that. I won’t do that. Please don’t ask me to.”
The Dr. came up behind him and spoke softly to him, to try to calm him and sooth some of the pain away that he had caused. He gently placed his hand on Viggos back. “There is a young man here in the hospital.” He spoke quietly. He paused almost hesitant to continue. “He is very, very ill.”
“What?” Viggo asked turning his head slightly looking to the side in the doctor’s direction.
“Your wife, she had a donor card in her purse… she wanted her organs to be donated… if anything should ever happen to her.”he answered.
“I…I can’t do that,” he whispered appalled at the thought.
“It’s her last wish Mr. Mortensen, let her help others, so others may live because of her. Don’t let her death be for nothing. Let the young man upstairs have a chance at life. And others that need those vital organs.”
“I…I….can’t,” he whispered as he shook his head, again the decision now weighing heavily upon him.
“We need to make a decision very soon,” he continued. “ The young man…he hasn’t much time left,” he stressed now wanting to give Orlando the chance he so desperately needed. They were running out of time.
Viggo felt somewhat defeated. He knew in his heart this is what Christine would want. Could he deny her this final wish? No he wouldn’t deny her this. He knew this is what she would of wanted. “Can I say goodbye?” he asked at last his voice barely audible as his throat constricted around his words.
“Yes, of course, “ he replied. I’ll let the nurses know and get things ready in O.R.” The doctor placed his arm around Viggo.
”I am so sorry for your loss Mr. Mortensen, for both of them.” He said sincerely.
Defeated Viggo walked to the door, and turned the knob looking sideways but not quite at him. His words were low, softly spoken. “ I hope this young man realizes what a precious gift he is getting today.” With that he walked out of the room and back down the cold corridor and back to the cubicle room to say goodbye to his life.
tbc....
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This is fantastic!!!!
A wonderfully inventive premise for a story . . . loving every moment of it!
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back down the cold corridor and back to the cubicle room to say goodbye to his life.
More sob! At least Vig is doing the right thing by honoring Exene's final wishes! But can't the baby be saved??!! Arrrggghhhh..
Can't wait to read more! Thanks
sob