Shadows of life - Chapter 3
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vigorliTitle: Shadows of life - Chapter 3
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obvmluver
Beta: The wonderfullittlegreenleaf.
Rating: NC-17 in the end.
Pairing: Viggo/Karl, eventually Viggo/Orlando
Summary: When everything seems to spiral downwards, is a human being able to rise from the ashes?
Warnings: Violence, if you look closely enough.
Disclaimer: I wish I knew the boys but I don't. I also don't make any profit with this.
Crossposted to a lot of places... Please don't nail me for that.
Banner made by a good friend, pale80.
3
Dear fucking diary...
This day has been pure hell. My scalp has been itching for hours. I’m scratching my head like a mad man. I’ve been told it’s because of the meds but it drives me CRAZY!!! And, fuck, it seems like I really am starting to lose my hair. Great. Just fucking great. It’s possible I’ll show up bald in the wedding. That’d be outright embarrassing.
~*~
Orlando slammed the diary shut and threw it on the table nearby. He was feeling cranky, partly because of the constant itch he had, partly because he felt lonely and partly because he felt like vomiting. He knew he was a shadow of that bubbly young man he used to be. The hospital shit they called food couldn’t taste any worse and lately Orlando had realized he couldn’t hold it in for very long. Once again he was told it was because of the meds and he was rapidly getting tired of always hearing the same words. Hopping down from his bed he walked to the window and looked out. Somewhere out there Viggo was planning his wedding to Karl.
He wished things were different. He still hoped he’d miraculously wake up from a bad dream. He’d be perfectly healthy sharing a life with someone, maybe be the one getting married. He was too young. There was a whole life ahead of him still. Would it brutally be taken from him, the chance to be happy? Orlando had almost always had answers to questions he asked himself but right now he couldn’t find any. There were questions but no answers.
He jumped as the lab nurse came in pushing a roller tray in front of her. “Doctor’s ordered more blood work.” she explained. ‘Fabulous. More needles.’ Orlando thought with a grimace. Sitting back down onto his bed Orlando extended his arms and waited. He had only one good vein the vampires could draw blood out of and the tissues were scarring already because of the continuous blood tests. Every time hurt more than the last. Cursing under his breath Orlando kept his elbows bent to prevent the tiny holes from bleeding. His arms must look like he was a drug addict. Orlando let out a bitter laugh.
Waiting for the results for the blood test was hell as well. It took almost a week for the definitive results to come back. There was a knock on Orlando’s door. His doctor walked in a few prints in his hands. “I’ve got your lab results, Mr. Bloom. They are not looking very good. It seems you are not responding to the current treatment as well as I would have hoped.”
“Well, what does that mean? Am I going to die now?”
“No. There is a way we haven’t used yet. In fact I’ve done a little bit of research already just in case.”
“What are the options I have then?”
“Not options, I’m afraid. One option is more likely to be correct.”
“What is it?”
“A bone marrow transplant.”
“And you are saying there is no other way...”
“I’m afraid so, yes.” “What would that hold inside?”
“Basically we’d remove your bone marrow, sort of destroy it. We’d have to put you inside a plastic bubble for the duration of that. Because the treatment is so radical, it also destroys your immunologic defence completely. A common cold could be lethal. That bubble protects you. Then the new bone marrow would be transplanted and we’d see how your body reacts to it. I have already found a match for you. It helps your body to accept the new tissue better if the type is the same as yours. I know that’s a lot to take in at once. I’m going to discharge you in a few days and let you recover and think this over. I’m really positive about us tackling this disease.”
Orlando’s world seemed to blacken more. It would be so easy to let it go now and say no to treatment. He was getting tired of being prodded all the time and now this. It would indeed take time to think it through. After a long and still silence Orlando nodded accepting his fate. “Do what we have to...” he said and the headache started to seep in.
TBC
Author:
obvmluverBeta: The wonderful
littlegreenleaf.Rating: NC-17 in the end.
Pairing: Viggo/Karl, eventually Viggo/Orlando
Summary: When everything seems to spiral downwards, is a human being able to rise from the ashes?
Warnings: Violence, if you look closely enough.
Disclaimer: I wish I knew the boys but I don't. I also don't make any profit with this.
Crossposted to a lot of places... Please don't nail me for that.
Banner made by a good friend, pale80.3
Dear fucking diary...
This day has been pure hell. My scalp has been itching for hours. I’m scratching my head like a mad man. I’ve been told it’s because of the meds but it drives me CRAZY!!! And, fuck, it seems like I really am starting to lose my hair. Great. Just fucking great. It’s possible I’ll show up bald in the wedding. That’d be outright embarrassing.
~*~
Orlando slammed the diary shut and threw it on the table nearby. He was feeling cranky, partly because of the constant itch he had, partly because he felt lonely and partly because he felt like vomiting. He knew he was a shadow of that bubbly young man he used to be. The hospital shit they called food couldn’t taste any worse and lately Orlando had realized he couldn’t hold it in for very long. Once again he was told it was because of the meds and he was rapidly getting tired of always hearing the same words. Hopping down from his bed he walked to the window and looked out. Somewhere out there Viggo was planning his wedding to Karl.
He wished things were different. He still hoped he’d miraculously wake up from a bad dream. He’d be perfectly healthy sharing a life with someone, maybe be the one getting married. He was too young. There was a whole life ahead of him still. Would it brutally be taken from him, the chance to be happy? Orlando had almost always had answers to questions he asked himself but right now he couldn’t find any. There were questions but no answers.
He jumped as the lab nurse came in pushing a roller tray in front of her. “Doctor’s ordered more blood work.” she explained. ‘Fabulous. More needles.’ Orlando thought with a grimace. Sitting back down onto his bed Orlando extended his arms and waited. He had only one good vein the vampires could draw blood out of and the tissues were scarring already because of the continuous blood tests. Every time hurt more than the last. Cursing under his breath Orlando kept his elbows bent to prevent the tiny holes from bleeding. His arms must look like he was a drug addict. Orlando let out a bitter laugh.
Waiting for the results for the blood test was hell as well. It took almost a week for the definitive results to come back. There was a knock on Orlando’s door. His doctor walked in a few prints in his hands. “I’ve got your lab results, Mr. Bloom. They are not looking very good. It seems you are not responding to the current treatment as well as I would have hoped.”
“Well, what does that mean? Am I going to die now?”
“No. There is a way we haven’t used yet. In fact I’ve done a little bit of research already just in case.”
“What are the options I have then?”
“Not options, I’m afraid. One option is more likely to be correct.”
“What is it?”
“A bone marrow transplant.”
“And you are saying there is no other way...”
“I’m afraid so, yes.” “What would that hold inside?”
“Basically we’d remove your bone marrow, sort of destroy it. We’d have to put you inside a plastic bubble for the duration of that. Because the treatment is so radical, it also destroys your immunologic defence completely. A common cold could be lethal. That bubble protects you. Then the new bone marrow would be transplanted and we’d see how your body reacts to it. I have already found a match for you. It helps your body to accept the new tissue better if the type is the same as yours. I know that’s a lot to take in at once. I’m going to discharge you in a few days and let you recover and think this over. I’m really positive about us tackling this disease.”
Orlando’s world seemed to blacken more. It would be so easy to let it go now and say no to treatment. He was getting tired of being prodded all the time and now this. It would indeed take time to think it through. After a long and still silence Orlando nodded accepting his fate. “Do what we have to...” he said and the headache started to seep in.
TBC
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Date: 2008-09-08 03:21 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting. *hugs*
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Date: 2008-09-08 05:42 pm (UTC)Now who would that be?
Intriguing sweetie!
Thanks for sharing hugs and kisses!
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Date: 2008-09-08 06:11 pm (UTC)I appreciate your review. Thanks!
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Date: 2008-09-08 07:16 pm (UTC)Orli and Vig used to be together and Orlando is fully aware what an angel Viggo is.
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