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Shadows of life - Chapter 9
Title: Shadows of life - Chapter 9
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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. And I'm truly making things up here.
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
9
When Viggo walked to the ICU, one of the nurses just walked out from Orlando’s room. “Hi.” Viggo said as the familiar looking nurse from the previous day came to greet him. “How is he?” Viggo asked fear written in his voice.
“Better than yesterday, Mr. Mortensen. The high fever he had has come down due to the antibiotics. He still is feverish but he’s doing better and better every hour.”
Swallowing down the sudden lump that had formed into his throat Viggo finally dressed up and walked in.
A smile spread onto Viggo’s face as he saw Orlando, propped up to fluffy pillows eating yellow fruit soup. “Vig? What...are you doing here?”
“I was in the neighborhood. No really. I wanted to come. There’s something you need to know.”
Slowly, still being weak, Orlando moved the tiny bowl onto a table inside the bubble. “Like what?”
“I really don’t know where to start... I...had a fight with Karl last night. He told me things I couldn’t forgive him for. Yesterday, meeting you on the verge of dying, kind of grabbed me rather painfully and shook me so hard I fell back to reality, I guess. There’s no explanation good enough for me to defend myself and what I did with Karl. I feel so ashamed I ever laid eyes on him. I’m blaming myself for your illness...”
“What? Vig, no. No one... is to blame for this...except Karl, maybe.”
“You knew he had every intention of trying to murder you?”
“I didn’t know, per se. It’s more like... having a hunch he wanted to... do something bad. But, would you... understand if I said that I... wanted to protect your marriage... by staying silent of his connection to this infection? I felt like it...wasn’t my place to...reveal anything.”
“I do understand but you could have told me. Besides I feel like...if I had held on stronger this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe...maybe we would have found this leukemia sooner and you wouldn’t need this ugly bubble around you. Karl wouldn’t have tried to kill you by using your weak state.”
“Vig... We’ve...both made mistakes. It’s only human. You... aren’t responsible for anything. I... could have fought harder. ...Besides it was... my career that shot to the stars... I should have realised it was... pulling us apart, breaking us. Would you... ever forgive me?”
Viggo couldn’t believe his ears. Was an angelic creature like Orlando really asking for forgiveness? “Oh, Orli...” Viggo began, feeling the familiar knot in his throat again. “There’s nothing to forgive. Mistakes are mistakes. I wish there would come a time we could do things differently and finally put the past behind us.” Orlando’s eyes widened. “I never let you go. Not really. There has always been a tiny part of me holding on to you, Orli. You found your way into my heart long ago and stayed there.” Viggo’s admission was soft and heartfelt and it was colored with laughter.
The admission was pure Viggo, with his poetic way of telling Orlando he still loved him. Soon a bubbly giggle was heard from under the pile of covers, and a tiny sniff only to end up into a coughing fit. Viggo chuckled at Orlando. “I’ve missed that.” Viggo admitted walking to the transparent bubble.
“What?” Orlando asked sniffing again.
“The sound of your happiness.”
~*~
That day Orlando started fighting against leukemia with determination. He spent nearly ten days in the ICU before he was transferred back downstairs. His fever was like a rollercoaster going up and coming back down. Finally the doctor in charge said he’d be well enough to continue through the transplantation program. He still wasn’t healed, only feeling better.
He lived with a continuous nausea for days. His own bone marrow was destroyed and the new one was transplanted. When he was wheeled out of the operating room, the wait started. As soon as he could hold a pen in his hand, he started writing his diary.
Dear diary...
Time has been trying, to put it mildly. I nearly died. Hell, I even wanted to die. I was feeling so miserable, so alone, and I was in terrible pain. Viggo’s presence and words gave me hope. He wants his Orli back. Gods, that makes me want to cry. That’s the only thing I have wanted, needed to hear for years now. But I’m not out of the woods just yet. I know there’s a battery of blood work in store for me in about...forty-eight hours. Then we’ll know what my future holds. It really scares me, to think it’ll be final in such a short time.
I hate this nausea. Have I already covered that? Anyway. I’ll take it anytime instead of a lethal respiratory infection. If I truly walk out of here as a healthy man, I’ll sure as hell scream it to the world. No one could ever understand what I’m going through unless they are at the same situation. And it’s hard for me to express my feelings. I’ve never been that good at expressing them, but now it seems even more difficult than before.
Anyhow, the next time I will write into this will be...hmm... let’s see about that.
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. And I'm truly making things up here.
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
9
When Viggo walked to the ICU, one of the nurses just walked out from Orlando’s room. “Hi.” Viggo said as the familiar looking nurse from the previous day came to greet him. “How is he?” Viggo asked fear written in his voice.
“Better than yesterday, Mr. Mortensen. The high fever he had has come down due to the antibiotics. He still is feverish but he’s doing better and better every hour.”
Swallowing down the sudden lump that had formed into his throat Viggo finally dressed up and walked in.
A smile spread onto Viggo’s face as he saw Orlando, propped up to fluffy pillows eating yellow fruit soup. “Vig? What...are you doing here?”
“I was in the neighborhood. No really. I wanted to come. There’s something you need to know.”
Slowly, still being weak, Orlando moved the tiny bowl onto a table inside the bubble. “Like what?”
“I really don’t know where to start... I...had a fight with Karl last night. He told me things I couldn’t forgive him for. Yesterday, meeting you on the verge of dying, kind of grabbed me rather painfully and shook me so hard I fell back to reality, I guess. There’s no explanation good enough for me to defend myself and what I did with Karl. I feel so ashamed I ever laid eyes on him. I’m blaming myself for your illness...”
“What? Vig, no. No one... is to blame for this...except Karl, maybe.”
“You knew he had every intention of trying to murder you?”
“I didn’t know, per se. It’s more like... having a hunch he wanted to... do something bad. But, would you... understand if I said that I... wanted to protect your marriage... by staying silent of his connection to this infection? I felt like it...wasn’t my place to...reveal anything.”
“I do understand but you could have told me. Besides I feel like...if I had held on stronger this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe...maybe we would have found this leukemia sooner and you wouldn’t need this ugly bubble around you. Karl wouldn’t have tried to kill you by using your weak state.”
“Vig... We’ve...both made mistakes. It’s only human. You... aren’t responsible for anything. I... could have fought harder. ...Besides it was... my career that shot to the stars... I should have realised it was... pulling us apart, breaking us. Would you... ever forgive me?”
Viggo couldn’t believe his ears. Was an angelic creature like Orlando really asking for forgiveness? “Oh, Orli...” Viggo began, feeling the familiar knot in his throat again. “There’s nothing to forgive. Mistakes are mistakes. I wish there would come a time we could do things differently and finally put the past behind us.” Orlando’s eyes widened. “I never let you go. Not really. There has always been a tiny part of me holding on to you, Orli. You found your way into my heart long ago and stayed there.” Viggo’s admission was soft and heartfelt and it was colored with laughter.
The admission was pure Viggo, with his poetic way of telling Orlando he still loved him. Soon a bubbly giggle was heard from under the pile of covers, and a tiny sniff only to end up into a coughing fit. Viggo chuckled at Orlando. “I’ve missed that.” Viggo admitted walking to the transparent bubble.
“What?” Orlando asked sniffing again.
“The sound of your happiness.”
~*~
That day Orlando started fighting against leukemia with determination. He spent nearly ten days in the ICU before he was transferred back downstairs. His fever was like a rollercoaster going up and coming back down. Finally the doctor in charge said he’d be well enough to continue through the transplantation program. He still wasn’t healed, only feeling better.
He lived with a continuous nausea for days. His own bone marrow was destroyed and the new one was transplanted. When he was wheeled out of the operating room, the wait started. As soon as he could hold a pen in his hand, he started writing his diary.
Dear diary...
Time has been trying, to put it mildly. I nearly died. Hell, I even wanted to die. I was feeling so miserable, so alone, and I was in terrible pain. Viggo’s presence and words gave me hope. He wants his Orli back. Gods, that makes me want to cry. That’s the only thing I have wanted, needed to hear for years now. But I’m not out of the woods just yet. I know there’s a battery of blood work in store for me in about...forty-eight hours. Then we’ll know what my future holds. It really scares me, to think it’ll be final in such a short time.
I hate this nausea. Have I already covered that? Anyway. I’ll take it anytime instead of a lethal respiratory infection. If I truly walk out of here as a healthy man, I’ll sure as hell scream it to the world. No one could ever understand what I’m going through unless they are at the same situation. And it’s hard for me to express my feelings. I’ve never been that good at expressing them, but now it seems even more difficult than before.
Anyhow, the next time I will write into this will be...hmm... let’s see about that.
TBC...
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