Shadows of life - Chapter 7
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vigorliHere it is. The hiatus is over - for now. ;)
Title: Shadows of life - Chapter 7
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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. Oh, and I'm really making these things up.
Crossposted to a lot of places... Please don't nail me for that.
A note: I truly want to thank my beta readerlittlegreenleaf for she's so fast. There really are no words for me to express my gratitude.
Banner made by a good friend, pale80.
CHAPTER INDEX
7
It took Viggo days to finally get to the hospital where Orlando was receiving his treatments. He had tried to call Orlando several times, every time getting the same answer: ‘Hello, this is Orlando Bloom. I’m not within reach right now so please, spare a moment and leave me a message. Thanks.’ Beep. He had even tried to reach Sonia but she hadn’t answered. Finally, it was Sean, who had some information about Orlando’s whereabouts. He had the name of the hospital to tell but not much more.
Viggo had been able to spend the evening alone when he phoned Sean. Karl had made coffee for them and announced he’d leave for a pint with mates. Viggo had appreciated that. This way he’d be able to concentrate on going through his calendar and finding himself a moment to visit Orlando.
Viggo walked to the information desk and asked for directions of the ward for malignant diseases. After getting them from a lovely little lady Viggo took a lift downstairs. He found another desk there. The receptionist went off guard seeing who stood in front of him. ”Oh, my...” was the spontaneous reply. Viggo grimaced. He hated publicity.
“Where could I find Mr. Bloom?”
The receptionist looked at a chart on the wall. “Looks like he’s been transferred to the ICU.”
“What?!” came Viggo’s panicked response.
“Yeah. He got a visitor here some time ago. And this week he started showing signs of an infection in the middle of the treatment. His breathing became so laboured that we thought it best to transfer him in there.” Viggo took a shaky breath. Thanking the receptionist he left trying to find his way to the intensive care unit.
Finally, as the lift doors opened, Viggo’s ears filled with whirs and beeps of various machines. Now he met an ICU nurse and asked for Orlando. He was kindly directed to a door of a private room. “Before you go in you have to put all of these on. It’s just a precaution. We don’t want him getting sicker.”
“Of course.” Viggo answered as if in a trance. He had seen a glimpse of Orlando from a round window on the door. He put on a green jacket backwards and fastened the strings around his neck and waist. Then he put on a mask, a paper hat and a pair of latex gloves. Viggo opened the door with trepidation.
He felt his knees giving out on him as soon as the door had clicked shut. Orlando lay on his side partially curled up, under a heap of covers. The head of his bed was lifted into an upward position to make sure he could breathe and there was a nasal cannule on his face helping him get enough oxygen. Bottles of various sizes were hanging from a hanger and bringing much needed antibiotics straight to Orlando’s veins. The brown transparent bubble around Orlando was horrible.
Viggo, step by step, inched closer. He saw movement under the covers and soon Orlando’s hand appeared in a faint salute. “Hi...” Viggo said his voice cracking. “How are you?” he asked trying to clear his throat.
“I don’t think...I’ll survive the night.” Orlando wheezed back and ended up coughing.“I...don’t care...Want out.” Viggo had to sit down at Orlando’s admission.
“You...you want to...die?” Viggo voiced out one of his fears. The response he got was silence.
“Karl...visited. After that....ended up here.”
“Gods... I wish I could touch you.”
“You can’t...and it would be wrong.” Another coughing fit hit Orlando. “Do you...love Karl...for real?” The question threw Viggo off guard. It was a question he couldn’t brush away as silly. It was one of those he needed to really consider. “It’s not...that I’m mad at you... I just...need to know.”
“Yeah, I know. Um... I think I do love him but that’s not as it should be.”
“Because there’s something I need to tell you before it’s too late.”
“What is it?” Viggo asked placing his gloved hand against the brown plastic. Orlando screwed up all of his strength to lift his arm and press his hand against Viggo’s on the other side.
“I feel...I’m running out of time here...and...I...still love you. It’s too late...I know.” Tears burned in Orlando’s eyes and his voice cracked. “I should have... fought harder...back then... I...could have been... the one marrying...you. I’m so angry at myself... for letting you go. I’m sorry...I am like this. You have to...understand I didn’t do this... leukemia...or this infection...”
Orlando’s hand slipped from Viggo’s and over the bed railing. Orlando didn’t have strength enough to even lift it back to bed. “Please God, take me away.” Orlando was crying now trying to bury his head into the pillow, to shield Viggo from seeing his state in all its ugliness. Viggo had buried his face into his hands and was crying in full force. “I want to get away...” Orlando sobbed against the pillow. Viggo, on the stool next to Orlando, felt horrible. What had he done?
TBC...
Title: Shadows of life - Chapter 7
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. Oh, and I'm really making these things up.
Crossposted to a lot of places... Please don't nail me for that.
A note: I truly want to thank my beta reader
littlegreenleaf for she's so fast. There really are no words for me to express my gratitude.
Banner made by a good friend, pale80.CHAPTER INDEX
7
It took Viggo days to finally get to the hospital where Orlando was receiving his treatments. He had tried to call Orlando several times, every time getting the same answer: ‘Hello, this is Orlando Bloom. I’m not within reach right now so please, spare a moment and leave me a message. Thanks.’ Beep. He had even tried to reach Sonia but she hadn’t answered. Finally, it was Sean, who had some information about Orlando’s whereabouts. He had the name of the hospital to tell but not much more.
Viggo had been able to spend the evening alone when he phoned Sean. Karl had made coffee for them and announced he’d leave for a pint with mates. Viggo had appreciated that. This way he’d be able to concentrate on going through his calendar and finding himself a moment to visit Orlando.
Viggo walked to the information desk and asked for directions of the ward for malignant diseases. After getting them from a lovely little lady Viggo took a lift downstairs. He found another desk there. The receptionist went off guard seeing who stood in front of him. ”Oh, my...” was the spontaneous reply. Viggo grimaced. He hated publicity.
“Where could I find Mr. Bloom?”
The receptionist looked at a chart on the wall. “Looks like he’s been transferred to the ICU.”
“What?!” came Viggo’s panicked response.
“Yeah. He got a visitor here some time ago. And this week he started showing signs of an infection in the middle of the treatment. His breathing became so laboured that we thought it best to transfer him in there.” Viggo took a shaky breath. Thanking the receptionist he left trying to find his way to the intensive care unit.
Finally, as the lift doors opened, Viggo’s ears filled with whirs and beeps of various machines. Now he met an ICU nurse and asked for Orlando. He was kindly directed to a door of a private room. “Before you go in you have to put all of these on. It’s just a precaution. We don’t want him getting sicker.”
“Of course.” Viggo answered as if in a trance. He had seen a glimpse of Orlando from a round window on the door. He put on a green jacket backwards and fastened the strings around his neck and waist. Then he put on a mask, a paper hat and a pair of latex gloves. Viggo opened the door with trepidation.
He felt his knees giving out on him as soon as the door had clicked shut. Orlando lay on his side partially curled up, under a heap of covers. The head of his bed was lifted into an upward position to make sure he could breathe and there was a nasal cannule on his face helping him get enough oxygen. Bottles of various sizes were hanging from a hanger and bringing much needed antibiotics straight to Orlando’s veins. The brown transparent bubble around Orlando was horrible.
Viggo, step by step, inched closer. He saw movement under the covers and soon Orlando’s hand appeared in a faint salute. “Hi...” Viggo said his voice cracking. “How are you?” he asked trying to clear his throat.
“I don’t think...I’ll survive the night.” Orlando wheezed back and ended up coughing.“I...don’t care...Want out.” Viggo had to sit down at Orlando’s admission.
“You...you want to...die?” Viggo voiced out one of his fears. The response he got was silence.
“Karl...visited. After that....ended up here.”
“Gods... I wish I could touch you.”
“You can’t...and it would be wrong.” Another coughing fit hit Orlando. “Do you...love Karl...for real?” The question threw Viggo off guard. It was a question he couldn’t brush away as silly. It was one of those he needed to really consider. “It’s not...that I’m mad at you... I just...need to know.”
“Yeah, I know. Um... I think I do love him but that’s not as it should be.”
“Because there’s something I need to tell you before it’s too late.”
“What is it?” Viggo asked placing his gloved hand against the brown plastic. Orlando screwed up all of his strength to lift his arm and press his hand against Viggo’s on the other side.
“I feel...I’m running out of time here...and...I...still love you. It’s too late...I know.” Tears burned in Orlando’s eyes and his voice cracked. “I should have... fought harder...back then... I...could have been... the one marrying...you. I’m so angry at myself... for letting you go. I’m sorry...I am like this. You have to...understand I didn’t do this... leukemia...or this infection...”
Orlando’s hand slipped from Viggo’s and over the bed railing. Orlando didn’t have strength enough to even lift it back to bed. “Please God, take me away.” Orlando was crying now trying to bury his head into the pillow, to shield Viggo from seeing his state in all its ugliness. Viggo had buried his face into his hands and was crying in full force. “I want to get away...” Orlando sobbed against the pillow. Viggo, on the stool next to Orlando, felt horrible. What had he done?
TBC...
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Date: 2008-09-13 10:31 pm (UTC)What he did is like kicking someone who's already down!
Poor Orlando! *pets carefully through the bubble*
Thanks for sharing, hugs and kisses!
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Date: 2008-09-14 12:13 pm (UTC)*hugs and kisses*
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Date: 2008-09-14 05:15 am (UTC)Umm... is it wrong that I also want to slap Viggo *g*
*hugs*
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Date: 2008-09-14 12:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-14 07:28 am (UTC)But this chapter is so well written, I nearly cried !
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Date: 2008-09-14 03:07 pm (UTC)Poor Orlando!
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Date: 2008-09-14 03:51 pm (UTC)Thank you! =D