Out of the Darkness...Light (19/?)

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 TITLE: Out of the Darkness...Light - Chapter 19?
 
 AUTHOR: DS

E-MAIL: LOTR58@bellsouth.net
 
  RATING: R - slash, angst
 
  PAIRING: Orli/Viggo
 
  DISCLAIMER: I don't own these guys (though I wish I did). No money is being
 
  made from this endeavor and no disrespect is intended. It's all for fun!
 
  FEEDBACK: Yes, but be kind, gulp:)
 
  ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just let me know. Thanks.
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CHAPTER NINETEEN

ORLANDO

 Sigh.  Another visiting hour come and gone and no sign of Viggo...again.  At least today his mum and Sam had come to see him, but it was Viggo he really wanted to see.   And it didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon.  Well, he had no choice but to make the best of it.  Three days...three days he'd been in this hellhole...well, maybe 'hellhole' was a bit of an exaggeration, but it was scary.  And he didn't belong here--no way!  Because of that, and the fact that he wanted out of here as quickly as possible, he'd decided to do whatever he had to in order to get out, to be transferred back to the regular ward.  So, to that end he was preparing himself for...her.  Candace. 
 It had been made very clear to him by various and sundry medical personnel, including his physician, that unless he was willing to talk, to share he was going to be here for a while.  So today he was going to talk.  He didn't yet know what he was going to say, but he was going to say something--whatever she wanted to hear, just so long as it got him out of here.  Sighing yet again, he was just ready to lie back in some semblance of relaxation when the door opened.  Showtime!

CANDACE

 Opening the door slowly, her gaze moved automatically to the bed and its occupant and she allowed herself to wonder, 'would today be the day? Or would it be another hour of silence, two people simply sharing space in a room?'  The reaction she got from her patient nearly stopped her in her tracks. A tentative smile, small, but the biggest reaction to date.  Hmmm, maybe today would be the day.
 Allowing her own smile to form, she walked over to the bed and seated herself in her accustomed chair, nodding to her patient as she did so.
 "Hello, Orlando.  How are you today?"
 "All right."  He ducked his head, as if unsure of continuing.  But then, "and you?"
 Surprised, but hiding it well, she nodded and smiled at him. 
 "I'm doing fine.  I'm glad you are, as well."
 Silence met her last remark, but determined to keep the conversation--their first--going, she forged ahead.
 "How are you feeling?"
 She noticed the almost imperceptible tightening of the muscles around his jaw, the sudden stiffness of his entire body, but made no comment. Then, he visibly relaxed, as if he'd made a conscious effort to do so. Then her response--the slight lifting of his right shoulder--a shrug, she supposed.  But he wasn't finished.
 "I...I think I'm feeling a little better."
 "Well, that's wonderful.  I'm glad to hear it."
 So why didn't she believe him? 

VIGGO

 "Viggo!  Will you stop your pacing for just a few minutes?  You're making me dizzy, mate."
 With a sheepish look on his face, Viggo realized he *was* wearing a path in Sean's carpet, and forced himself to stop.  But it was hard…at the moment he just had too much nervous energy.  It had to go somewhere!  Seating himself on the comfortable couch, he was totally unaware of the fact that his fingers had begun to move, almost of their own accord, tapping, tapping on the arm of the sofa.  Looking over at his friend, he smiled, one of the first genuine smiles he’d had lately. 
 “Sorry, Sean.  It’s just…it’s been three days.”
 The Brit nodded in understanding, a look of sympathy on his handsome face. 
 “I know, Viggo.  It’s been hard for me, too.  I understand.”
 Somehow, hearing what he’d already known made Viggo feel a tiny  bit better.  But he still had the same problem—three days since Orlando had disappeared upstairs and nothing.  No word on his condition or how long he would be up there, not a sight of him, nothing.  Three days since he’d been banished and not one constructive idea of what to do about it.
He thought he’d felt protective of Orlando before, but that was nothing compared to the feelings he now had.  He honestly felt as if he was going to go insane if he couldn’t get at least a glimpse of the boy…something, anything just so he could assure himself that Orlando was really all right…or was going to be.  But how to do it.  He effectively been exiled from anywhere near the young man.  How was he going to get in to see him?  He had to do it!  But how?

SEAN

Shaking his head in compassion, he watched as his friend tried desperately to remain still.  He’d finally stopped his pacing, only to start drumming his fingers on the furniture.  The man had too much nervous energy.  Something needed to be done to help him.  But what?
 Forcing himself to think, he swallowed another mouthful of beer, always helpful when deep thoughts were required.  Swirling it around in his mouth prior to swallowing, he savored the bitter taste.  Aahhh, good.
 And then it hit him.  Beer! 

 

Comments

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

Aaaaargghhhhh.... I hate the length of this chappy.... I NEED them longer.... Other than that I am abso-fooking-lutely thrilled that you are rewriting it and posting. I've read this before finding only 60 or so chapters and I was disappointed when I couldn't find more. A year and a half later what do you do? YOU START POSTING IT ALL OVER AGAIN!!!!! I should find you wherever you are and throw myself at your feet and cry a loooong thank you...

*sniff*
*huggles*

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

If my post isn't entirely correct it is possible I mix your story with something else...

I am deeply sorry if that's the case.... Anyways I am a fan of yours... ;)

[sitaray.livejournal.com]

ooo...so glad to see an update...even if it is short :( I can't wait to see what Sean is gonna do with "Beer"!

[littlegreenleaf.livejournal.com]

The chapters are short, but they pack a punch! Another great one, luv! *hugs*

[nverland]

Short-but had some good forward movement. So, what's with the beer?

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

Beer? What do you mean, beer?!

I love your fic!!!

Thanks for sharing, hugs and kisses!!

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

Good decision by Orlando . . . hopefully to get out of there very quickly!

(Is there any chance of you fixing Chapter 18 - I'd really like to read the bit before this, but the formatting's not working so it's impossible to read? Thanks!).