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Title: Two Symptoms
Author: Eliyah eliyah@dombillijah.com
Pairing: Dom/Orli
Rating: PG
Warning: Scientifically impossible
Disclaimer: Though I have never met Orlando, I don't think his medical knowledge is as bad as this fic imagines him to be
Summary: Orlando's body tries to tell him something.
When Orlando climbed atop, his scarf swaddled Dom's face, his curls tickled Dom's nose. Orlando smelled of garlic and tasted of cough syrup. Orlando's wrists were bandaged and he'd hobbled into Dom's room on crutches. Orlando had trouble breathing and there was a rattle in his chest when he did. Orlando had a patch of iodine on his shoulder. Antiseptic cream were rubbed between his thighs. Orlando was feverish and had no sense of balance as he collapsed atop Dom.
Dom catalogued Orlando's minor ailments from head to toe.
"What's wrong with you mate?" Dom asked.
"I'm sick," Orlando sneezed. "Doctor diagnosed me this morning. I've been sick with love for you, apparently. Those love bugs are funny things aren't they, had no idea I'd caught it."
Orlando dropped a sloppy kiss on Dom's cheek, turned his head, and blew his nose into his scarf.
* * * * * * *
Orlando poked his rib. It was broken. Orlando had monitored the injury with dismay each time he changed the bandages. Despite the laws of medical science Orlando's hurt was getting worse.
The bone was cracked into two, Orlando could see beneath the skin the shape of the edges, splitting further open day by day. Poking up in between was a swelling, a large fleshy bump, which increased in size, now almost as big as Orlando's fist.
Orlando was very surprised he was still alive.
Orlando told Dom persistently about his rib.
One day, Dom decided he'd had enough.
"Stop whinging, Orli," Dom shoved past him. "You'd think your tinyly cracked rib was the biggest earth shattering event of all time. It's about time it healed, it's been twenty-four bloody months since you fell off the horsey and the dwarf sat on you. So get over it. I know we all are."
The next morning, Orlando discovered his rib was normal again. The swelling feeling had disappeared. But that wasn't good news at all, Orlando realised. The huge, pumping thing bursting out of his chest had been his heart. It had been brimming for Dom.
Now Orlando had a burnt lump inside his chest, a shriveled piece of iron, weighing less than a currant.
Author: Eliyah eliyah@dombillijah.com
Pairing: Dom/Orli
Rating: PG
Warning: Scientifically impossible
Disclaimer: Though I have never met Orlando, I don't think his medical knowledge is as bad as this fic imagines him to be
Summary: Orlando's body tries to tell him something.
When Orlando climbed atop, his scarf swaddled Dom's face, his curls tickled Dom's nose. Orlando smelled of garlic and tasted of cough syrup. Orlando's wrists were bandaged and he'd hobbled into Dom's room on crutches. Orlando had trouble breathing and there was a rattle in his chest when he did. Orlando had a patch of iodine on his shoulder. Antiseptic cream were rubbed between his thighs. Orlando was feverish and had no sense of balance as he collapsed atop Dom.
Dom catalogued Orlando's minor ailments from head to toe.
"What's wrong with you mate?" Dom asked.
"I'm sick," Orlando sneezed. "Doctor diagnosed me this morning. I've been sick with love for you, apparently. Those love bugs are funny things aren't they, had no idea I'd caught it."
Orlando dropped a sloppy kiss on Dom's cheek, turned his head, and blew his nose into his scarf.
* * * * * * *
Orlando poked his rib. It was broken. Orlando had monitored the injury with dismay each time he changed the bandages. Despite the laws of medical science Orlando's hurt was getting worse.
The bone was cracked into two, Orlando could see beneath the skin the shape of the edges, splitting further open day by day. Poking up in between was a swelling, a large fleshy bump, which increased in size, now almost as big as Orlando's fist.
Orlando was very surprised he was still alive.
Orlando told Dom persistently about his rib.
One day, Dom decided he'd had enough.
"Stop whinging, Orli," Dom shoved past him. "You'd think your tinyly cracked rib was the biggest earth shattering event of all time. It's about time it healed, it's been twenty-four bloody months since you fell off the horsey and the dwarf sat on you. So get over it. I know we all are."
The next morning, Orlando discovered his rib was normal again. The swelling feeling had disappeared. But that wasn't good news at all, Orlando realised. The huge, pumping thing bursting out of his chest had been his heart. It had been brimming for Dom.
Now Orlando had a burnt lump inside his chest, a shriveled piece of iron, weighing less than a currant.
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ouch.
but very nice.
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Christina