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Title: It wasn't supposed to be like this 3/15
Title: It wasn't supposed to be like this 3/15
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daisuke_yoshiki
Pairing: V/O
Rating: Overall NC-17
Summary: Orlando's dead. At least he thinks he is.
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. I'm just making this up as I go.
A/N: More rush fic writting! This is REALLY getting addicting. ^.~ I hope I don't disappoint anyone.
Feedback: Thank you all for the lovely feedback for the last two parts. So please make me feel better and tell me what you think. ^.^
Drowning. Yes, that's what he's doing. Except he's floating in some dark void. He can't feel anything. There's nothing to see but the endless darkness surrounding him. As dark as it is around him, inside is even darker. He cannot recall how he got to this void or how long he's been in it. The more he thinks about it the harder his head hurts.
Now he's falling, spinning off into the darkness. There is a sharp pain in his chest. He opens his mouth to scream but no sound comes out. After what feels like an eternity the pain subsides. He is still spinning out of control. He gets the sensation that the contents of his stomach have decided they no longer wish to remain there. From what he can remember, there should be nothing there. He takes several gulping breaths to calm himself back down. This seems to stop the spining as well.
He's no longer falling and the void isn't so dark anymore. He's lying on something soft, probably a bed, he surmises. The world is more of a reddish/pink now, almost like he's seeing through closed eyes. Maybe that's because my eyes ARE closed...
After a few minutes of struggling, Orlando's eyes open. He immediately shut them, the brightness of his surroundings blinding him. He blinks a few time, letting himself adjust to the light. Everything was white: the ceiling, the walls, the sheets, the curtains, his clothes. Upon closer scrutiny he was quite relieved to find his clothing a pale blue. He couldn't, however, remember owning such an article of clothing.
He tried to sit up and take in more of his surroundings. He barely moved when a bolt of pain lanced through his entire body. He felt like he'd been crushed then slopily put back together. That's it, he thought, I must be dead. But it hurts. Does being dead hurt? I never used to think so. What ever happened to death being the cure for pain?
He let out a slow sigh. So now he was dead. He had no recollection of dying though. At least he was in Heaven though. The pain should go away soon then, right? He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the sounds around him rather than the pain within. He listened to the gentle hum around him. That bothered him somehow.
Suddenly his eyes snapped open. He wasn't in Heaven, not even close! He was most definately in Hell. He was in the one place he hated more than any other. He wasn't dead. He might as well be though. Somehow he'd landed himself back in a hosptal. He turned his head. Sure enough, the hum was from the various machinery in the room, most of it hooked up to himself. Just what in the hell happened? He'd sworn after the last time he was in a hospital he'd never be in one again.
Before he could contemplate more on his fate, he heard a door open. He glanced over and saw a short, black haired nurse walk in. She took one look at him and broke into a grin. "Well well! Seems you decided to join the world of the living after all! That's good. So tell me, Mr. Bloom, how do you feel? I imagine you feel like shit actually, if you'll pardon my language."
Orlando tried to open hs mouth to tell her he did indeed feel like shit. After several failed speech attempts he gave up in disgust. The nurse just laughed. "That's to be expected, Mr. Bloom. You've been out for a quite awhile now. I'm sure the drugs will be wearing off soon. Though I imagine you'll be feeling a lot worse then than you do now! Are you comfortable?" She didn't wait for a response. She fluffed his pillow like a pro and pulled his blanket farther up. "How about some television while I go tell the good doctor you're awake. If he says it's okay, then some of your friends can come see you. They've been most anxious, the lot of them! It must be nice to have such caring friends. They've not all left the hospital since you arrived here a good four days ago!" She turned the TV on as she chatted. "Well Mr. Bloom, I'll let you get to your movie now. The doctor will be in shortly." With that, the bundle of energy that was Orlando's nurse slipped out of the room.
Orlando shook is head, but decided that was a BAD idea. He just settled in more comfortable and turned his attention to the movie. It was on TNT, which has the annoying habit of displaying the movie title in the bottom corner of the screen. So he was stuck watching "Witness". After a few minutes he determined that the movie was boring. Would the doctor get here already?
Geez! What was keeping the doctor? There had already been three or four comerical breaks... His eyes drifted shut. If only he could turn down the damn volume. Then he heard it. A voice. THAT voice. His eyes snapped back to the TV. That voice... He should know it. Shouldn't he? He stared at the man, trying to place him. The harder he tried the more his head hurt. The more his head hurt the more his chest hurt. The more that man talked the more his chest hurt too. Soon he was clutching at his chest, doubled over in pain.
The doctor chose that moment to walk into the room. He took one look at Orlando and rushed to his side. He put his arms around his patient and tried to get him to relax. "Hey there, Orlando," he whispered softly. "What's wrong? Your chest? The pain meds shouldn't have worn off yet."
Orlando just shook his head, the pain he felt then was secondary to that of his chest. After several false starts he finally managed to croak out a sentance. "That....man... on the TV..."
The doctor turned and looked. When he saw Viggo on the screen he smiled. Of course Orlando would want to see him and all the rest of his friends. "Yeah, what about him?" If he was ready to see his friends, he wasn't about to stop the young man.
"That man..." Orlando paused, trying to get his vocal cords working properly. "That man... is... Who is he?" The pain in his chest lessened and he was able to uncurl himself and rest against his pillows.
The doctor stared down at him in shock. "You can't be serious. What do you mean, who is he?"
Orlando looked confused. "I mean, who is he? Should... I know him?"
"Know him? Orlando, that's Viggo!!"
Orlando cringed as the pain shot through his chest again. "Viggo...Viggo who?"
The doctor's eyes narrowed. "Orlando... I think I need to ask you a few questions."
TBC
Author:
daisuke_yoshikiPairing: V/O
Rating: Overall NC-17
Summary: Orlando's dead. At least he thinks he is.
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. I'm just making this up as I go.
A/N: More rush fic writting! This is REALLY getting addicting. ^.~ I hope I don't disappoint anyone.
Feedback: Thank you all for the lovely feedback for the last two parts. So please make me feel better and tell me what you think. ^.^
Drowning. Yes, that's what he's doing. Except he's floating in some dark void. He can't feel anything. There's nothing to see but the endless darkness surrounding him. As dark as it is around him, inside is even darker. He cannot recall how he got to this void or how long he's been in it. The more he thinks about it the harder his head hurts.
Now he's falling, spinning off into the darkness. There is a sharp pain in his chest. He opens his mouth to scream but no sound comes out. After what feels like an eternity the pain subsides. He is still spinning out of control. He gets the sensation that the contents of his stomach have decided they no longer wish to remain there. From what he can remember, there should be nothing there. He takes several gulping breaths to calm himself back down. This seems to stop the spining as well.
He's no longer falling and the void isn't so dark anymore. He's lying on something soft, probably a bed, he surmises. The world is more of a reddish/pink now, almost like he's seeing through closed eyes. Maybe that's because my eyes ARE closed...
After a few minutes of struggling, Orlando's eyes open. He immediately shut them, the brightness of his surroundings blinding him. He blinks a few time, letting himself adjust to the light. Everything was white: the ceiling, the walls, the sheets, the curtains, his clothes. Upon closer scrutiny he was quite relieved to find his clothing a pale blue. He couldn't, however, remember owning such an article of clothing.
He tried to sit up and take in more of his surroundings. He barely moved when a bolt of pain lanced through his entire body. He felt like he'd been crushed then slopily put back together. That's it, he thought, I must be dead. But it hurts. Does being dead hurt? I never used to think so. What ever happened to death being the cure for pain?
He let out a slow sigh. So now he was dead. He had no recollection of dying though. At least he was in Heaven though. The pain should go away soon then, right? He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the sounds around him rather than the pain within. He listened to the gentle hum around him. That bothered him somehow.
Suddenly his eyes snapped open. He wasn't in Heaven, not even close! He was most definately in Hell. He was in the one place he hated more than any other. He wasn't dead. He might as well be though. Somehow he'd landed himself back in a hosptal. He turned his head. Sure enough, the hum was from the various machinery in the room, most of it hooked up to himself. Just what in the hell happened? He'd sworn after the last time he was in a hospital he'd never be in one again.
Before he could contemplate more on his fate, he heard a door open. He glanced over and saw a short, black haired nurse walk in. She took one look at him and broke into a grin. "Well well! Seems you decided to join the world of the living after all! That's good. So tell me, Mr. Bloom, how do you feel? I imagine you feel like shit actually, if you'll pardon my language."
Orlando tried to open hs mouth to tell her he did indeed feel like shit. After several failed speech attempts he gave up in disgust. The nurse just laughed. "That's to be expected, Mr. Bloom. You've been out for a quite awhile now. I'm sure the drugs will be wearing off soon. Though I imagine you'll be feeling a lot worse then than you do now! Are you comfortable?" She didn't wait for a response. She fluffed his pillow like a pro and pulled his blanket farther up. "How about some television while I go tell the good doctor you're awake. If he says it's okay, then some of your friends can come see you. They've been most anxious, the lot of them! It must be nice to have such caring friends. They've not all left the hospital since you arrived here a good four days ago!" She turned the TV on as she chatted. "Well Mr. Bloom, I'll let you get to your movie now. The doctor will be in shortly." With that, the bundle of energy that was Orlando's nurse slipped out of the room.
Orlando shook is head, but decided that was a BAD idea. He just settled in more comfortable and turned his attention to the movie. It was on TNT, which has the annoying habit of displaying the movie title in the bottom corner of the screen. So he was stuck watching "Witness". After a few minutes he determined that the movie was boring. Would the doctor get here already?
Geez! What was keeping the doctor? There had already been three or four comerical breaks... His eyes drifted shut. If only he could turn down the damn volume. Then he heard it. A voice. THAT voice. His eyes snapped back to the TV. That voice... He should know it. Shouldn't he? He stared at the man, trying to place him. The harder he tried the more his head hurt. The more his head hurt the more his chest hurt. The more that man talked the more his chest hurt too. Soon he was clutching at his chest, doubled over in pain.
The doctor chose that moment to walk into the room. He took one look at Orlando and rushed to his side. He put his arms around his patient and tried to get him to relax. "Hey there, Orlando," he whispered softly. "What's wrong? Your chest? The pain meds shouldn't have worn off yet."
Orlando just shook his head, the pain he felt then was secondary to that of his chest. After several false starts he finally managed to croak out a sentance. "That....man... on the TV..."
The doctor turned and looked. When he saw Viggo on the screen he smiled. Of course Orlando would want to see him and all the rest of his friends. "Yeah, what about him?" If he was ready to see his friends, he wasn't about to stop the young man.
"That man..." Orlando paused, trying to get his vocal cords working properly. "That man... is... Who is he?" The pain in his chest lessened and he was able to uncurl himself and rest against his pillows.
The doctor stared down at him in shock. "You can't be serious. What do you mean, who is he?"
Orlando looked confused. "I mean, who is he? Should... I know him?"
"Know him? Orlando, that's Viggo!!"
Orlando cringed as the pain shot through his chest again. "Viggo...Viggo who?"
The doctor's eyes narrowed. "Orlando... I think I need to ask you a few questions."
TBC
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I can already tell this series is gonna kill me hehehehe. Can't wait to read more. :)
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Amnesia Orlando!
Yay. :D
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