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The Student	By : Faline Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 4010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 27 - Darkness

The words were heavy upon my mind. Heavy like waited blankets, holding out the light of the world around me.

"She may never wake."

Why can't I brush these binds off? Why are they so heavy? I can hear and I can feel. Why can't I see? I hear Orlando. "Never seems like a long time." His voice is a comfort in my darkened soul. I don't care to remember where I have been on my journey into the mind. I have seen things that no one should ever see. I have heard the voices of a thousand demons whispering for my soul. Why can't I open my eyes?

"Is there no hope left doctor?" The voice is so familiar. I could place it if I d red remember a name. If I could only remember my own name. A negative answer is all I hear. Am I going to die? Will I sleep forever? If you can even call this sleep. It seems too dark and alone for even the images of nighttime. Will I die?

"There has to be something we can do. I can't just sit around and wait for the world to notice and fix her. I doesn't work like that. The damage doesn't even look that bad."

I could have cried. I would have cried, if I had had the will to move my body, I would have sobbed out to the voices floating like insects in the dark. In the deep, dark walls of my mind. I have awoken something terrible in those steely depths and their own horror is enough to drive me mad,

Will I sleep forever?

"Laura's brain has been permanently damaged by the box that fell on her. As it was let known to you, the corner of the metal box struck her on the right frontal lobe. The fact that her head was cocked slightly to the side did not help anything. If anything, it caused more damage than good. She may never even speak or see again. She will most likely never open her eyes again. She will die here, I am almost sure."

I hear a gasp. Mother? "Can we not speak of it here, in front of her? She might be able to hear us.” The tones grow hushed as they one by one leave my bedside. I can feel the room empty of life around me and it feels so hopeless. I want to scream to them that I’m here; that I cear ear them speak of me. Why can I not wake?

I feel lips brush my brow and a tear drips to my face. A strong, gentle hand wipes the moisture away and I smile in my mind. Orlando would never abandon me. A voice rises from next to me, deep and assuring. But, it is not Orli who is telling me of his love.

It is my father.

“I love you. You should know that now. Your mother told me that I should at least reassure you of that, and let you know that I’m here. I don’t understand her reasoning anyway. It’s not like you can hear me. You’ll just lie there, stiff as a board. Almost dead.” His last words were caught in a sob and I felt his hair brush my arm, and his forehead resting on my bed. He was crying into the sheets.

“If I lose you, I don’t know what I’ll do. You’ve always been the one I’m the proudest of, and I know I don’t show it. And you should know that is just pride for you and four our sisters. I've tried to be the best father I can be, and if that means that I can't show favoritism for anything, than so be it. I've tried my hardest Laura."

I wish I could reach out and stop this flood of words flowing from his mouth. He doesn't need to tell me this. I've known, deep down, that my father loves me for many years. He shouldn't waste his speech. He shouldn't be saying his good-byes.

"Please, forgive me Laura. If you can hear me, please give me some sign. Squeeze my fingers, open your eyes, even move just a fraction and I'll be satisfied. Please."

My heart screams out to every joint in my body to function and move. I try to speak, to move, to simply open my eyes. The mist and confusion around me only thickens with my effort. LET ME OUT!

The grip of the darkness is pulling me under. I can no longer hear my father. I feel his hand though, squeezing mine, and I make on last effort to communicate with him before I am lost again. A bolt of energy surges through me, and I can feel my finger tighten before I slip away.

There is light around me. It is this amazing light which makes me gasp and moan, leaning away from the harsh white illumination. After so many days, or has it only been hours, of complete darkness, I can't see in the light of day. There is a murmur to my side as I groan and bring and hand to my face. My limb feels like a hundred pounds and I almost have to use my other to lift the first. "Where am I?"

My voice is not my own. It sounds foreign and strange to me. It sounds like I haven't spoken in a month. Perhaps I haven't.

"Laura? Laura! You're awake!" The voice in my ear is much too loud. I tell it so before I gasp out something about shutting the blinds. The voice is positive in my decision and runs to the task. Returning quickly to my side, I can crack my swollen eyelids open enough to see the beaming face of my sister Margaret. She brushes her hand across my cheek gently before speaking over her shoulder to someone sitting against the wall. Jesse comes into view.

"Hey big sis. How's it going?"

"Where am I?"

Jesse chuckles. "Every the inquisitive I see. You're at a hospital in Wellington. A very nice, foreign sounding hotel if I may say so." I groan again, looking around the room with my tender eyes.

There is light everywhere. Filling every corner and every crack. My gaze drifts away from my sisters, and lands on the chair next to the bed. Orlando lies there, in an uncomfortable position. He wears rumpled clothes, and his hair is a mess. I smile gently at the thought of him staying the whole time for me.

Margaret whispers his name softly, and he starts awake. Wiping the sleep from his eyes and blinking rapidly, it is a few seconds until he sees my eyes on his face. He grins and jumps up, whooping a cry of joy and happiness.

He is excited beyond my belief as he leans over me and presses fevered kisses to my f "O "Oh god Laura, I thought I was going to lose you for a while. I am so glad that you decided to come back. How do you feel? Do you need some water or some food? Can I go get something?" He steps half-way to the door, ready to jump like a good lapdog.

I wave my hand as gently and as carefully as possible with out disturbing the IV. "No, no that's all right. I don't need anything besides you right now."

His genuine smile lit the room up more than the sun pouring in the window. He crosses back to my bed and kneels before taking my hand and kissing it. "Don't EVER do that to me again, alright?"

I laugh. "I don't intend to. I never intend to go through that ever again."

He sighs, comically wiping his brow. A frown mars my own flesh as I think of the last time I saw him. "What happened that night?"

He looks down to my sheets, before taking a cleansing breath. "Well, the man that attacked us was from a magazine that was refused an interview. They sent him in to try and find some information for free. He attacked me with one of those electric shock thingies," he made the gesture of someone shoving something into his ribs while nodding. "Then he came after you, and then, as you know, the boxes fell,"

I gasp, a hand flying to my mouth. "You're all right, right?"

He nods. "Yes, I'm fine now. Just a few bruises. You're looking good too."

I raise a hand to my brow and wince as my hand comes in contact with a long, ugly wound along my right temple line. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." He laughed and kissed my cheek.

"Don't put yourself down. You still look beautiful."

I smile, softly and gaze up at the man at my side. He's slowly turning my mood happy, and for that, I think I'll be forever grateful. There is a cough in the doorway. I slide my eyes to the entrance to see my father, standing uncertain. I smile invitingly and he manages to lift the corners of his mouth slightly in return.

"Come in and make yourself comfortable." He nods and Orlando backs away after squeezing my hand lightly. My father crosses and sits himself down in the chair next to me. A quick look to my sisters sends my siblings out of the room. Orlando follows them and I can only smile after him.

"How do you feel?"

His voice is oddly soft. I have never heard him this quiet before. Not even when he was crying over my bed was he so quiet. I like this change in him, even though it scares me. I wonder when he might go back to his previous temperament. "I'm doing good. It doesn't hurt too badly."

"That's good."

We fall into an uneasy silence. What to say, what to say? The thought to tell him that I had heard what he had said rose to my mind. How easy it would be to speak about it and have him hate me for something else. How easy to make him angry. What to say, what to say?

It is my father who finally speaks. "You know, I was worried so badly about you." His face is lined with years that were not there when I had left so many months ago. His hair has grown lighter and his eyes dimmer. He seems to be fading and it saddens me.

"I know. I heard what you said to me."

His eyes grow wide. "You heard that?" I nod and he looks down to his feet. "I meant every word of it." He has a strong conviction in his voice and it comforts me to know that he cares.

"I think I'm beginning to believe. At first, after all we've been through, I didn't but now I do." His smile spreads across his face and I smile back at him.

"I don't understand the things you do or for what reasons you do them, but know that I am proud of your accomplishments, even if it's something as odd as getting photographed holding a strange man's butt cheek."

I turn red and giggle. "So, you really saw that?"

"Of course. I did send it to Vigg."

"So he said."

He chuckles lightly. "You remind me of him so much. He had the same mannerisms when he was younger. Of course, they were all in Danish, but you get my point right?" I nod.

He reaches out a large hand and brushes it against my cheek. "I love you Laura. Always have, always will. I hope it doesn't take another life-threatening accident for you to hear me say it again." A tear comes to my eye at this statement and he kisses my forehead. "Now, sleep. You must rest."

The doctors don't know how I did it. They say that by all probably reasons, I should be dead and buried. I should be far away from my lover's arms. I should not be in the wild throes of passion on my bed back in Wellington. I should be lying in a different bed of silk. But, hey. I am not complaining.

I hear Orlando's cry in the back of mind, through mild pain at the unaccustomed activity and a deep fire, burning bright in my body. He is spent on top of me and I groan as he doesn't finish what he started. A few seconds after his own, he rolls back and gives me my climax. The stars explode in a twisting, wrenching reaction to the man who fills my soul and my body to perfection. I have reached euphoria.

The priest to my right is a short balding man who is reading my wedding vows. He asks me the BIG question and my gaze falls to the man standing in front of me. Orlando. He smiles and the smile reaches his eyes. A whole future gleams in the chocolate eyes looking down on me and I know that I have found my one true love. I've found my 'penguin'. I nod, and the words, "I do," slip past my lips. The priest repeats the same sentence to Orlando and he also says I do. The ring that my uncle gave me is produced by Orlando’s adorable 6-year-old cousin Andrew. My soon-to-be husband smiles as he slips the ring on my finger. My grin is endless as I hear the words, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," fills my ears and then, Orlando fills my senses.

Hello. My name is Laura Bloom.
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