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Title: It wasn't supposed to be like this 6/15
Title: It wasn't supposed to be like this 6/15
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daisuke_yoshiki
Pairing: V/O
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Viggo rushes back to Orlando
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. I'm just making this up as I go.
Feedback: Thank you all for the lovely feedback thus far. More? ^.~
The world passed in a blur as Viggo pressed the accelerator to the floor. He silently prayed no cops were patrolling this part of town tonight. Nothing was going to stop him from getting to Orlando.
A little earlier
Viggo fumbled for his phone. There’d better be a damn good reason someone was calling at this hour.
He grabbed the phone and lifted it to his ear. “’Lo?” he mumbled.
“Ah, Viggo? This is Dr. Menton, Orlando’s doctor.”
Viggo struggled to sit up. “Yeah? What’s up?” He flicked on the bedside lamp and blinked as his eyes adjusted.
“If you wouldn’t mind, would you please come to the hospital right away? Orlando just got out of surgery and-”
“He WHAT? What the fuck happened to him, Doc? He was just fine when I left him. What the fuck did you guys do to him?” Viggo was already out of bed trying to pull his pants on.
“Calm down Viggo. It’s really nothing much. His stitches were all torn out. It seems your young friend tore his bandage off and tore his stitches out in his sleep. He must have woken up at some point though because he managed to pull the nurse’s call string. When they found him he was unconscious and bleeding heavily. They put him in emergency surgery. He’s resting in recovery right now, but we thought you might want to be here.”
Viggo slammed the door to his house and ran to his car. “I’m already on my way, Doc. Don’t you dare let anything happen to him until I get there!”
*********
Viggo practically ran through the hospital to the wing they said he’d find Dr. Menton and Orlando. He found the former standing in the hallway, looking through a window. He stood next to the doctor and faced the window as well.
On the other side lay Orlando. Viggo’s heart wrenched. He wanted to go in there and hold him, to make sure he was breathing. He slowly raised a hand and placed it on the glass. He stood there staring for what seemed like an eternity.
He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you go grab some coffee or something? It’s still early.”
“Doc, when are you going to let him out of there? When can I see him?”
Dr. Menton sighed. “It’s safe to move him after he wakes up.” He checked his watch. “Which should be in two hours or so. Your other friends should be back a few hours after that, so you’ll have him to yourself for a little while.”
“Thanks, doc. Some coffee would be great right now, but..” He trailed off and rested his forehead against the glass. “I just can’t leave him.”
The doctor nodded. “I’ll have someone bring you a chair then.” He sighed once more and headed down the hall.
A few minutes later an orderly found Viggo in the same position the doctor had left him in. He coughed politely and left the chair by the wall and walked off in the same direction he had come.
Viggo slowly brought the chair back to the window and sat down. He once again put his hand and forehead on the glass. “Oh, Orlando,” he whispered. “What happened? Was it a bad dream? Let me assure you, once you’re out of here I’ll never let you have another one again.” He could feel his chest tighten and tears well up in his eyes. “Do you have any idea how difficult this is going to be? Me trying to win you over when you can’t remember me, I mean. Before, we had a bond because of the movies. Then there was our other bond, the one we both chose not to maintain. How am I going to get that bond back, starting from nothing?” He fell silent as the tears slid down his cheeks.
At some point he must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew the doctor was shaking him awake. “Hey, Viggo. Wake up.”
Viggo blinked and sat up straight. He felt like shit. Judging from the doctor’s appearance, he did too.
“I brought you some coffee. I didn’t know how you wanted it, so I just brought it black.”
“It’s fine,” Viggo mumbled, gladly accepting the cup. After a few sips he turned to the doctor. “Thank you.”
Dr. Menton nodded. “No problem. We’re going to move him soon.”
Viggo didn’t respond.
“He’ll be back in the room he was in before. He won’t be ready to see you for about half an hour. Why don’t you go grab some breakfast or something, huh?”
Viggo stared at his coffee then glanced at Orlando. “If you’re sure he’ll be okay.”
Dr. Menton chuckled. “For half an hour? Viggo, I guarantee it. Go, he’ll be fine.”
Viggo nodded then staggered down the hall, desperately needing a bathroom.
Half an hour later
Viggo stood outside Orlando’s door. The doctor had told him to wait outside while he talked to Orlando so make sure he was up for visitors. The door opened and the doctor slipped out, closing the door behind him.
“Well, can I go in now?”
Dr. Martin looked at Viggo wearily. “Yes you may, but I find this very strange.”
Viggo had stepped past the doctor and had his hand on the doorknob. “What’s very strange.”
Turning he said, “Well, when I asked if he was up for visitors he asked me who first. When I told him it was you his eyes got wide, his heart rate sped up, and he shook his head.” He frowned. “I told him you’d been here for several hours watching over him and that only seemed to make it worse. I did convince him to see you. Please, don’t do anything that could upset him?”
Viggo frowned. Orlando hadn’t wanted to see him? What was that about? “Same rules as last time, doc? If so I can handle it.” With that he pushed open the door and stepped into the dimness beyond.
He walked slowly over to the chair by the side of the bed and sat down. Orlando was lying still with his eyes closed. Viggo resisted the urge to run his fingers through the dark curls or down the pale cheek. Instead he picked up one of Orlando’s hands and brought it to his lips. After placing a tender kiss to the knuckles he just held it between his own hands.
Viggo looked up and saw Orlando staring at him, wide-eyed. Viggo’s own widened when he recognized the emotion he was faced with. Orlando was scared. “Orlando, what?” He cut himself off as Orlando pulled his hand away from Viggo. He reached a hand out to caress Orlando’s cheek, but paused when he saw the man shrink away from his touch.
“Orlando, what’s wrong?” worry evident in his voice.
“Viggo... I think you should leave now. I. I don’t want you here. Not like this.” Orlando looked down at the blanket.
“First you don’t want to see me at all, and now you want me to leave? Orlando, what’s going on?” He was going to cry. He just knew it. Orlando was kicking him out. What had he done this time? Surely he wasn’t being rejected for good. If Orlando never wanted to see him again, he would surely die.
Orlando looked up at him and must have seen the misery plastered all over his face. “Please leave for now, Viggo. You can come back with the others later. I just... don’t...”
“You don’t what, Orlando? What don’t you want?”
“I. Idon’twanttobeleftalonewithyou!” He turned a little red and refused to look at Viggo.
Viggo sat there speechless. What did he mean by that? What was going on? “Orlando, look at me. Talk to me. Why don’t you want to be left alone with me?”
Orlando never looked so small. He still refused to look at Viggo and all but whispered his next sentence. “Because I’m afraid of you.”
TBC
Author:
daisuke_yoshikiPairing: V/O
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Viggo rushes back to Orlando
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. I'm just making this up as I go.
Feedback: Thank you all for the lovely feedback thus far. More? ^.~
The world passed in a blur as Viggo pressed the accelerator to the floor. He silently prayed no cops were patrolling this part of town tonight. Nothing was going to stop him from getting to Orlando.
A little earlier
Viggo fumbled for his phone. There’d better be a damn good reason someone was calling at this hour.
He grabbed the phone and lifted it to his ear. “’Lo?” he mumbled.
“Ah, Viggo? This is Dr. Menton, Orlando’s doctor.”
Viggo struggled to sit up. “Yeah? What’s up?” He flicked on the bedside lamp and blinked as his eyes adjusted.
“If you wouldn’t mind, would you please come to the hospital right away? Orlando just got out of surgery and-”
“He WHAT? What the fuck happened to him, Doc? He was just fine when I left him. What the fuck did you guys do to him?” Viggo was already out of bed trying to pull his pants on.
“Calm down Viggo. It’s really nothing much. His stitches were all torn out. It seems your young friend tore his bandage off and tore his stitches out in his sleep. He must have woken up at some point though because he managed to pull the nurse’s call string. When they found him he was unconscious and bleeding heavily. They put him in emergency surgery. He’s resting in recovery right now, but we thought you might want to be here.”
Viggo slammed the door to his house and ran to his car. “I’m already on my way, Doc. Don’t you dare let anything happen to him until I get there!”
*********
Viggo practically ran through the hospital to the wing they said he’d find Dr. Menton and Orlando. He found the former standing in the hallway, looking through a window. He stood next to the doctor and faced the window as well.
On the other side lay Orlando. Viggo’s heart wrenched. He wanted to go in there and hold him, to make sure he was breathing. He slowly raised a hand and placed it on the glass. He stood there staring for what seemed like an eternity.
He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you go grab some coffee or something? It’s still early.”
“Doc, when are you going to let him out of there? When can I see him?”
Dr. Menton sighed. “It’s safe to move him after he wakes up.” He checked his watch. “Which should be in two hours or so. Your other friends should be back a few hours after that, so you’ll have him to yourself for a little while.”
“Thanks, doc. Some coffee would be great right now, but..” He trailed off and rested his forehead against the glass. “I just can’t leave him.”
The doctor nodded. “I’ll have someone bring you a chair then.” He sighed once more and headed down the hall.
A few minutes later an orderly found Viggo in the same position the doctor had left him in. He coughed politely and left the chair by the wall and walked off in the same direction he had come.
Viggo slowly brought the chair back to the window and sat down. He once again put his hand and forehead on the glass. “Oh, Orlando,” he whispered. “What happened? Was it a bad dream? Let me assure you, once you’re out of here I’ll never let you have another one again.” He could feel his chest tighten and tears well up in his eyes. “Do you have any idea how difficult this is going to be? Me trying to win you over when you can’t remember me, I mean. Before, we had a bond because of the movies. Then there was our other bond, the one we both chose not to maintain. How am I going to get that bond back, starting from nothing?” He fell silent as the tears slid down his cheeks.
At some point he must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew the doctor was shaking him awake. “Hey, Viggo. Wake up.”
Viggo blinked and sat up straight. He felt like shit. Judging from the doctor’s appearance, he did too.
“I brought you some coffee. I didn’t know how you wanted it, so I just brought it black.”
“It’s fine,” Viggo mumbled, gladly accepting the cup. After a few sips he turned to the doctor. “Thank you.”
Dr. Menton nodded. “No problem. We’re going to move him soon.”
Viggo didn’t respond.
“He’ll be back in the room he was in before. He won’t be ready to see you for about half an hour. Why don’t you go grab some breakfast or something, huh?”
Viggo stared at his coffee then glanced at Orlando. “If you’re sure he’ll be okay.”
Dr. Menton chuckled. “For half an hour? Viggo, I guarantee it. Go, he’ll be fine.”
Viggo nodded then staggered down the hall, desperately needing a bathroom.
Half an hour later
Viggo stood outside Orlando’s door. The doctor had told him to wait outside while he talked to Orlando so make sure he was up for visitors. The door opened and the doctor slipped out, closing the door behind him.
“Well, can I go in now?”
Dr. Martin looked at Viggo wearily. “Yes you may, but I find this very strange.”
Viggo had stepped past the doctor and had his hand on the doorknob. “What’s very strange.”
Turning he said, “Well, when I asked if he was up for visitors he asked me who first. When I told him it was you his eyes got wide, his heart rate sped up, and he shook his head.” He frowned. “I told him you’d been here for several hours watching over him and that only seemed to make it worse. I did convince him to see you. Please, don’t do anything that could upset him?”
Viggo frowned. Orlando hadn’t wanted to see him? What was that about? “Same rules as last time, doc? If so I can handle it.” With that he pushed open the door and stepped into the dimness beyond.
He walked slowly over to the chair by the side of the bed and sat down. Orlando was lying still with his eyes closed. Viggo resisted the urge to run his fingers through the dark curls or down the pale cheek. Instead he picked up one of Orlando’s hands and brought it to his lips. After placing a tender kiss to the knuckles he just held it between his own hands.
Viggo looked up and saw Orlando staring at him, wide-eyed. Viggo’s own widened when he recognized the emotion he was faced with. Orlando was scared. “Orlando, what?” He cut himself off as Orlando pulled his hand away from Viggo. He reached a hand out to caress Orlando’s cheek, but paused when he saw the man shrink away from his touch.
“Orlando, what’s wrong?” worry evident in his voice.
“Viggo... I think you should leave now. I. I don’t want you here. Not like this.” Orlando looked down at the blanket.
“First you don’t want to see me at all, and now you want me to leave? Orlando, what’s going on?” He was going to cry. He just knew it. Orlando was kicking him out. What had he done this time? Surely he wasn’t being rejected for good. If Orlando never wanted to see him again, he would surely die.
Orlando looked up at him and must have seen the misery plastered all over his face. “Please leave for now, Viggo. You can come back with the others later. I just... don’t...”
“You don’t what, Orlando? What don’t you want?”
“I. Idon’twanttobeleftalonewithyou!” He turned a little red and refused to look at Viggo.
Viggo sat there speechless. What did he mean by that? What was going on? “Orlando, look at me. Talk to me. Why don’t you want to be left alone with me?”
Orlando never looked so small. He still refused to look at Viggo and all but whispered his next sentence. “Because I’m afraid of you.”
TBC