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Out of the Darkness...Light (14/?)
TITLE: Out of the Darkness...Light (14/?)
AUTHOR: Heidi
E-MAIL: lotr58@bellsouth.net
RATING: R--Violence, 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!
And thanks so much to those of you looking it over for me:) Your time and
comments are much appreciated.
FEEDBACK: Yes, but be kind, gulp:)
ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just let me know. Thanks.
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Viggo watched and waited, unconsciously holding his breath, as the young
man seemed to contemplate what he'd just said. He hoped Orlando would
agree, because regardless of what the young man said, Viggo wasn't going
anywhere. Finally, dark, haunted eyes looked up to meet his. Dark, unruly
curls bounced slightly as the young man shook his head back and forth
slowly.
"Viggo, you just don't understand."
The older man moved forward deliberately and sat on the edge of the bed,
reaching out to take two cold hands in his. He ignored the slight flinch as
he did so, but loosened his grip, nonetheless.
"Orlando," he said, keeping his voice low, but firm. "What I understand is
that you are a wonderful young man who's been through a terrible, horrible
experience. Something the rest of us couldn't even imagine. But you've
come through it. And nothing's changed. You're the same wonderful young
man you have always been. You haven't changed in here," he gently touched
Orlando's chest, just over his heart, "where it counts. And anything else
can be taken care of."
He paused, watching his friend carefully for any signs of acceptance. Any
sign that his words were sinking in. Orlando sat as if frozen, tears
welling in his eyes. His head shook just a little, as if he was still unable
to accept the idea that he could be wanted. When he opened his mouth as if
to respond, Viggo shushed him with a finger to his lips.
"It's okay, Orlando. Everything's going to be all right. You're not alone
in this."
The young man pulled back, and the tears were now trickling down his face,
mute testimony to his frame of mind.
"Viggo, you just don't know. I...I..."
Viggo watched the boy struggling to get the words out and his heart nearly
broke. And he wondered, and wrestled with himself. Was this the time?
Should he tell Orlando what he knew? Right now, he didn't know if that
would do more harm than good. And he was unsure that it was even his place
to bring it up. But his friend's next words helped him make his decision.
The curls bounced once again as Orlando shook his head back and forth.
"I've always been alone. You don't know the real me, none of you do. If
you did...if you knew what had..." he clamped his mouth shut, as if realizing
he'd almost revealed too much. His eyes darted up to Viggo and then down
again, nervously, his hands twisting the sheet on his lap.
Viggo leaned forward again, reaching for and finally grasping the fluttering
hands, being mindful of the IV's. Squeezing them gently in what he hoped
was a reassuring manner, he looked directly into the distraught eyes.
"Orlando. It doesn't matter. None of it matters. To me or anyone else."
"But..."
"No. It *doesn¹t* matter. All any of us want to do is help you to deal
with this. We want you to get better. Whatever happened before *doesn¹t
matter!*"
"But...you don't...you just don't..."
Viggo watched sympathetically as Orlando struggled to express himself, and
failed. The time had come.
Mustering all his strength and courage, for he had a feeling he would need
both, Viggo took a deep breath and plunged in.
"Orlando. I know."
For a moment, there was no reaction from his companion, who just sat and
looked at him, tears continuing to fall silently, expression tortured.
"I *know*, Orli, and it¹s all right."
The brown eyes widened and Viggo heard a quick intake of breath. He felt
Orlando try to pull his hands back, but squeezed a little tighter, not
wanting to lose the contact.
"Know?" A tremulous voice asked. "What do you know?"
"I know what happened when you were young. With your Uncle Alexander. I
know what he did. And it wasn't your fault."
Orlando was a statue, frozen in place. Eyes wide and damp, an expression
of horror on his face. And then Viggo heard it, a low keening sound, so
quiet he almost didn't hear it at first. He realized it was Orlando, who was
sitting absolutely still. But only for a moment. Before before he could
even comprehend what was happening, the hands he held were jerked away, an
IV needle ripping out in the process. But Orlando was oblivious.
Viggo watched in consternation as the young man wrapped his arms around
himself and began to rock back and forth, as best he could in the hospital
bed. The keening sound continued, rising in intensity slightly. Reaching
out, Viggo attempted to still the young man, to gather him into his arms.
He was unsuccessful. Finally, he leaned over so he was looking directly
into his friend¹s eyes, though he wasn't sure at this point that Orlando
even saw him.
"Orlando. Listen to me. It's all right. Everything's going to be all
right."
No reaction. Just rocking and keening.
"Please, Orli. Look at me. You're going to be all right. It doesn't
matter. We¹re going to get you help. You'll get through this. You'll see.
And I'm here. I want to be here...for you. I want to help."
Viggo stopped, realizing he was babbling, but becoming increasingly
concerned by his friend's reaction. The keening continued, unnerving him
even more. Reaching out, he tried to grasp the boy's arms and hands, pull
them down.
He was unprepared for the reaction. The keening sound stopped suddenly,
only to be replaced by a shrill, drawn-out scream. The extremities he'd
been attempting to grip were suddenly like windmills, battering at him,
pushing at him, hurting him. Viggo tried valiantly to grab hold of the
flailing hands and arms, but to no avail. It was a battle he couldn't win.
And then, without even having heard the door open, he had help. Another
pair of hands was there, reaching for Orlando, attempting to stop the
frenzied movement before someone got hurt. Looking up, Viggo smiled at Sean
as he tried to help calm the young man. Finally, after what seemed an
eternity but was actually only a moment, the two men were each able to grab
hold of a hand and bring the arms down to Orlando's side. All three were
breathing heavily, though Orlando continued to scream between gasps. Then,
a moment of silence as the young man seemed to lose all his energy suddenly.
Just as Viggo opened his mouth to offer a word of comfort, Orlando began to
scream again, struggling to get his arms free from their grasps. But this
time, the men heard more than the high-pitched wail. The sound tore through
the room, out into the corridor and straight into Viggo's heart.
"Nooooooooooo..."
Both men were suddenly pushed aside as the medical personnel streamed into
the room, assessing the situation and taking over. The IV line was
reattached and Viggo watched as what he assumed was a sedative was injected.
Moving back against the wall, the Dane sighed, trying to calm his breathing
and running a trembling hand through his hair as he watched the medical
personnel try to soothe the young man in the bed as they waited for the
sedative to take effect. Beside him, he could hear Sean also attempting to
breathe normally.
Finally, near silence and stillness from the bed. They watched as
Orlando's eyes, which had been wide with horror, every so slowly drifted
shut. They observed the tension leave his limbs as he finally relaxed. His
breathing evened out. He was asleep. Both men heaved a sigh of relief.
Viggo, however, was not totally relieved. He had a feeling he'd just made a
bad situation worse.
Viggo watched and waited, unconsciously holding his breath, as the young
man seemed to contemplate what he'd just said. He hoped Orlando would
agree, because regardless of what the young man said, Viggo wasn't going
anywhere. Finally, dark, haunted eyes looked up to meet his. Dark, unruly
curls bounced slightly as the young man shook his head back and forth
slowly.
"Viggo, you just don't understand."
The older man moved forward deliberately and sat on the edge of the bed,
reaching out to take two cold hands in his. He ignored the slight flinch as
he did so, but loosened his grip, nonetheless.
"Orlando," he said, keeping his voice low, but firm. "What I understand is
that you are a wonderful young man who's been through a terrible, horrible
experience. Something the rest of us couldn't even imagine. But you've
come through it. And nothing's changed. You're the same wonderful young
man you have always been. You haven't changed in here," he gently touched
Orlando's chest, just over his heart, "where it counts. And anything else
can be taken care of."
He paused, watching his friend carefully for any signs of acceptance. Any
sign that his words were sinking in. Orlando sat as if frozen, tears
welling in his eyes. His head shook just a little, as if he was still unable
to accept the idea that he could be wanted. When he opened his mouth as if
to respond, Viggo shushed him with a finger to his lips.
"It's okay, Orlando. Everything's going to be all right. You're not alone
in this."
The young man pulled back, and the tears were now trickling down his face,
mute testimony to his frame of mind.
"Viggo, you just don't know. I...I..."
Viggo watched the boy struggling to get the words out and his heart nearly
broke. And he wondered, and wrestled with himself. Was this the time?
Should he tell Orlando what he knew? Right now, he didn't know if that
would do more harm than good. And he was unsure that it was even his place
to bring it up. But his friend's next words helped him make his decision.
The curls bounced once again as Orlando shook his head back and forth.
"I've always been alone. You don't know the real me, none of you do. If
you did...if you knew what had..." he clamped his mouth shut, as if realizing
he'd almost revealed too much. His eyes darted up to Viggo and then down
again, nervously, his hands twisting the sheet on his lap.
Viggo leaned forward again, reaching for and finally grasping the fluttering
hands, being mindful of the IV's. Squeezing them gently in what he hoped
was a reassuring manner, he looked directly into the distraught eyes.
"Orlando. It doesn't matter. None of it matters. To me or anyone else."
"But..."
"No. It *doesn¹t* matter. All any of us want to do is help you to deal
with this. We want you to get better. Whatever happened before *doesn¹t
matter!*"
"But...you don't...you just don't..."
Viggo watched sympathetically as Orlando struggled to express himself, and
failed. The time had come.
Mustering all his strength and courage, for he had a feeling he would need
both, Viggo took a deep breath and plunged in.
"Orlando. I know."
For a moment, there was no reaction from his companion, who just sat and
looked at him, tears continuing to fall silently, expression tortured.
"I *know*, Orli, and it¹s all right."
The brown eyes widened and Viggo heard a quick intake of breath. He felt
Orlando try to pull his hands back, but squeezed a little tighter, not
wanting to lose the contact.
"Know?" A tremulous voice asked. "What do you know?"
"I know what happened when you were young. With your Uncle Alexander. I
know what he did. And it wasn't your fault."
Orlando was a statue, frozen in place. Eyes wide and damp, an expression
of horror on his face. And then Viggo heard it, a low keening sound, so
quiet he almost didn't hear it at first. He realized it was Orlando, who was
sitting absolutely still. But only for a moment. Before before he could
even comprehend what was happening, the hands he held were jerked away, an
IV needle ripping out in the process. But Orlando was oblivious.
Viggo watched in consternation as the young man wrapped his arms around
himself and began to rock back and forth, as best he could in the hospital
bed. The keening sound continued, rising in intensity slightly. Reaching
out, Viggo attempted to still the young man, to gather him into his arms.
He was unsuccessful. Finally, he leaned over so he was looking directly
into his friend¹s eyes, though he wasn't sure at this point that Orlando
even saw him.
"Orlando. Listen to me. It's all right. Everything's going to be all
right."
No reaction. Just rocking and keening.
"Please, Orli. Look at me. You're going to be all right. It doesn't
matter. We¹re going to get you help. You'll get through this. You'll see.
And I'm here. I want to be here...for you. I want to help."
Viggo stopped, realizing he was babbling, but becoming increasingly
concerned by his friend's reaction. The keening continued, unnerving him
even more. Reaching out, he tried to grasp the boy's arms and hands, pull
them down.
He was unprepared for the reaction. The keening sound stopped suddenly,
only to be replaced by a shrill, drawn-out scream. The extremities he'd
been attempting to grip were suddenly like windmills, battering at him,
pushing at him, hurting him. Viggo tried valiantly to grab hold of the
flailing hands and arms, but to no avail. It was a battle he couldn't win.
And then, without even having heard the door open, he had help. Another
pair of hands was there, reaching for Orlando, attempting to stop the
frenzied movement before someone got hurt. Looking up, Viggo smiled at Sean
as he tried to help calm the young man. Finally, after what seemed an
eternity but was actually only a moment, the two men were each able to grab
hold of a hand and bring the arms down to Orlando's side. All three were
breathing heavily, though Orlando continued to scream between gasps. Then,
a moment of silence as the young man seemed to lose all his energy suddenly.
Just as Viggo opened his mouth to offer a word of comfort, Orlando began to
scream again, struggling to get his arms free from their grasps. But this
time, the men heard more than the high-pitched wail. The sound tore through
the room, out into the corridor and straight into Viggo's heart.
"Nooooooooooo..."
Both men were suddenly pushed aside as the medical personnel streamed into
the room, assessing the situation and taking over. The IV line was
reattached and Viggo watched as what he assumed was a sedative was injected.
Moving back against the wall, the Dane sighed, trying to calm his breathing
and running a trembling hand through his hair as he watched the medical
personnel try to soothe the young man in the bed as they waited for the
sedative to take effect. Beside him, he could hear Sean also attempting to
breathe normally.
Finally, near silence and stillness from the bed. They watched as
Orlando's eyes, which had been wide with horror, every so slowly drifted
shut. They observed the tension leave his limbs as he finally relaxed. His
breathing evened out. He was asleep. Both men heaved a sigh of relief.
Viggo, however, was not totally relieved. He had a feeling he'd just made a
bad situation worse.