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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: squishypiglet@hotmail.co.uk
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
Warnings: This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: A fight, a wheelchair and a sleepless night…

GASP! No, your eyes are not fooling you! I have indeed written a new chapter!

This is dedicated to so many people I can't even name them all. Most of all, thanks to you, the reader. You gave me a encouragement and support when I doubted myself and my writing. So thank you again and I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint you after having waited so many months.

Chapter 56

There are certain things that a man should never be forced to do.

Like choose between his wife or his mother.

Give up his child.

Deliberately hurt another human.

Watching the one you love pass away.

But that memo apparently didn’t make it to the powers above.

I would rather drink arsenic. While being tortured with scorching coals. Surrounded by innocent puppies being gutted from throat to tail by gleeful devil-creatures wielding axes.

Anything would be better than feeling like this.

Anything at all.

But if it has to be someone…

…it might as well be me.

Looking through the clear glass into my prince’s hospital room and seeing the pale form lying deathly still on stark white sheets, I brace myself and take a deep breath, my fist unconsciously scrunching up the scrap of paper in its clutches.

Just do it.

Pause.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.

There’s no turning back now.

Deep breath filling the void as I wait suspended in the silence.

“…you’ve reached the voicemail of Eric Bana. Leave a message if you have to, but don’t hold your breath while waiting for me to return your call. I am a busy man after all. *beep*”

Here goes nothing.

~~~

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Orlando blinks sleepily at me. He’s still lying in the bed, but his colour is already a lot better. He notices my blank expression and hurries to reassure me. “I am okay now, Vig…I normally feel just fine after a nap and a little food.” He pauses, aware that he had just let slip that this has happened to him before, and obviously more than once. “…are you mad at me, Viggo?”

I don’t know how to answer him.

No. You didn’t intentionally make yourself sick, and you’re already feeling so miserable.

Yes. You’ve had something so frightening happen to you before and you never warned me. Never talked about it. Never even mentioned it.

The silence is unnerving him and he fidgets under my scrutinising stare.

“Vig…”

Trying to contain my surging emotions, I rasp, “you should have told me about this, Orlando. I just had a talk with Dr Burke, and he has informed me that you’re on specific medication to control the seizures and you intentionally ignored that when you skipped the pills this morning. You’ve been taking them everyday since Eric brought you here to the hospital since you were in your early twenties. This is something you’ve been dealing with for a long time. ”

“I-I…”

He’s cowering and it only serves to bring my barely contained frustration to the forefront of my mind. “You knew what would happen if you didn’t take them, and you did it anyway!”

“Vig…”

“What were you trying to prove? And why didn’t you even tell me about this?? In all our time together, you hadn’t even bothered to let me know that you suffered from epilepsy! Kurt knew. Eric knew. Do you not trust me?”

“No, no…no…”

In the rush of trying to get everything off my chest, I refuse to look at him though he’s getting more and more worked up, and I know that tears are streaming down his already stained cheeks and I can feel his hands stretched out beseechingly towards me.

“Why are you always hiding things from me, Orlando? Have I not proven myself yet? Why are you always lying to me? Do you think I am shallow? Do you not believe I love you enough to stay by your side and support you through this if I had known? You don’t believe in my love for you, do you?”

Not wanting to hear his excuses, not wanting to hear more lies, not wanting to feel useless and helpless, I leave the hospital room hoping to seek solitude and quiet to digest everything I’ve just learnt.

Maybe I’ve said too much.

Maybe I’ve said too little.

…but Orlando had said nothing at all.

~~~

When the shame of scolding a man who had just suffered an epileptic attack has finally subsided a little, I creep back into his room ready to grovel and beg for his forgiveness, only to find the bed neatly made and no sign of Orlando.

With my heart in my mouth, I flag down the nearest nurse and in a voice I don’t even recognise as my own, try to ask her what happened. As most nurses are, she has a lot on her mind and many patients to see to, but something in my voice convinces her to give me two minutes of her time.

“The young man with the curls? He felt much better and Dr Burke discharged him about an hour ago – save the hospital bed for someone else who actually needs it.”

“So…he’s okay? Where has he gone?”

She pats my hand comfortingly, where I still have a fist clenched on her sleeve.

“Don’t you worry. He’s probably headed home. Maybe you can try and catch him at the out-patients…”

I am off before she even finishes her sentence.

Is he angry at me? Everything is so messed up in my right now, my head isn’t screwed on straight.

~~~

Scanning the bleak hospital corridor for brown curls, brown curls…dark chocolate brown curls…

It took a while for me to recognise him because he wasn’t in his usual state of constant movement, dancing around and exploding with energy. No, what’s in front of me seems only to be a limp wax impression of the man I love.

I slowly approach the wheelchair and squat down until I am eye-to-eye with him.

His mouth tightens as he recognises me but I notice one of his hands had reached for me before he stoutly returned it to his own lap.

“Muffin?” I plead, inching closer.

“Viggo.” He gives me a watery smile, “you haven’t left yet? I thought you left…”

His eyes and nose are red – a sure sign that indicates tears have been shed recently, and I can see more are in the immediate future. When he doesn’t pull away from me, I reach forward and gently pull him away from the back of the wheelchair and into my arms where he belongs.

It takes a second, but then he’s squeezing me back forcefully as if he never wants to let go. I understand the feeling well, and for a moment it’s just the two of us in our own world again.

“Orlando? The taxi’s here…”

I pull away reluctantly and notice for the first time that Kurt is in fact standing beside us, a soft smile on his face. My god is having the same problem I am with being apart and though I move away, we keep our hands clasped together.

“You going somewhere without me, muffin?”

His lip trembles but he shakes his head vehemently.

“You were so angry at me, Viggo…I thought you were going to break up with me and I didn’t know where to go and they needed the bed back and so Kurt offered to take me to a hotel,” he rambles and it looks like he’s still got a lot to say, so I raise a finger to his lips and he pauses.

“I am so sorry…I should never have said those things to you – ”

“I deserved it!” he interjects, “I lied to you, and then scared you, and you – ”

He clutches at me and tries to pull me closer, but I don’t want to have this discussion with me squatting on the floor of a hospital and him in tears with curious passerbys watching.

“Come, muffin. Let’s go home first, we can talk there.”

The hope on his face is heartrending. “You still want me to come home with you?”

I sigh theatrically, wanting to make him smile again. “Well, I suppose someone has to look after you! And I wouldn’t entrust that job to anyone else but me.”

His face and posture relaxes immediately though his grip on me is still as strong as it ever was.

~~~

As it turned out, it was easier to keep Orlando in the wheelchair with Kurt looking after him, and all three of us took the cab back to Paradise together. We didn’t talk much in the cab. I wanted to say so many things to my god but I felt oddly shy after the scene in the hospital and didn’t speak up. Orlando was tired after the entire ordeal and kept jerking awake every time the cab turned a sharp corner.

When we got home, I offered to take Orlando upstairs myself in the wheelchair and thanked Kurt for his help, but was faced with an amused raised eyebrow.

“Viggo, if you don’t mind, I think I am going to stay a few days and just make sure Orli is going to be okay.”

I open my mouth to reject his offer, but a sharp shake of his head dissuades me.

“I know what I am doing…and I feel partly to blame myself, okay, Viggo? Eric hired me to look after him, and the second he goes to Australia, look what happens to his Orli.”

When I don’t look too convinced, he sighs. “Come on, I am trained for this. I am good at my job. It won’t hurt to have an extra person about to make sure that little rascal doesn’t get out of hand. I won’t get in your way at all.”

And that was that.

Now, I am lying in bed with Orlando, both of us pretending to be asleep. Flat on our backs with about a foot of empty space between us.

I would love nothing more than to pull him in my arms as my heart yearns to do, but I don’t want to hurt him. Kurt explained to me that Orlando is in a wheelchair because Dr Burke had suspicions that during the seizure, my god might have injured his back again, and it was better to be safe by keeping less pressure on it than risk complications. Orlando is half asleep already with all the excitement and medication in him; it was easier to just push him around.

Well, he’s not reaching for me either. I think he’s still mad that I was so insensitive in the hospital room.

From the corner of my eye, I can see Orlando sneaking looks at my face.

“You should go to sleep,” I whisper.

He shifts awkwardly, caught in the act. “Can’t sleep.”

I am instantly alarmed.

“Is your back hurting you? Is something wrong? Should I get Kurt?” I am already pushing myself upright, but he stops me with a firm hand to my chest.

“No, no…I just.” He sighs deeply, obviously unsure as how to continue.

Now that I know his discomfort is not due to physical pain, I relax and turn to face him.

“What?”

“I am just worried you’re still mad at me,” he mumbles.

“Oh, muffin…”

I pull him close to me and I finally get the cuddle I wanted.

“I am sorry I lied to you, Viggo. I…I didn’t meant to. And I didn’t mean to get sick like that, I didn’t think that skipping the meds just once would make me seizure up like that. Honestly! I hadn’t had a seizure in ages, so I thought I was all healed – ”

I kiss him and he shuts up for a second, only to start again.

“I wouldn’t have done it otherwise! I wanted you to have a perfect boyfriend, not a twit like me.”

Another kiss.

“Maybe I like twits,” I tease him softly.

He snorts. “But I wanted to be perfect for you but I messed up – ”

“Maybe I like it when you mess up.”

“…and you were so disappointed when we couldn’t have sex that time – ”

“Maybe I don’t like sex.”

This remark earns me a shove. “Viggo! I know what you get up to in the shower when you think I am asleep in the morning! Don’t say that to me with a straight face!”

Busted. And I thought I was so quiet too.

Orlando is still rambling on. “I can’t imagine how you put up with a stupid impotent boyfriend…”

I sigh as a run my hand through his curls. “Orlando…I think I know why you did it. And while I am touched that you went through all that trouble to be ‘perfect’ for me, you didn’t have to. I love you - exactly the messed up way you are now. And look, even though I know all the ‘imperfections’ as you called them, I am still here, aren’t I?”

He burrows closer into me, and I can feel his eyelashes brushing against my chest as he thinks over what I’ve said.

“Okay. And I love you too. Maybe even more than before all this crap happened…if that makes sense.”

I chuckle quietly. “Makes sense to me. But if you have any more imperfections, could you tell me now? Instead of freaking the hell out of me? It’s probably a good idea if next time, we don’t do the whole circus act with the ambulance and hospital as well. I think that’s the lesson you should learn from all this. Oh, and that I am impossible to get rid of though sometimes I may not be able to control my temper when I see you hurt. I am sorry I shouted at you again…I was directing my fear and anger for you at the wrong place…if it makes you feel better, I’ll let you shout at me tomorrow when we won’t wake up Kurt with your yelling at five in the morning.”

I wait a moment, expecting to hear his melodious laughter, but there is no response.

Slowly, I ease him away, only to find his eyes shut and a dreamy smile on his face. He’d dropped off to sleep immediately. With a fond kiss to his forehead, I settle him more comfortably against me and prepare to just let myself enjoy the feel of him safe in my arms as the sun slowly began to shine on a new day.

TBC...

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