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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
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1,561
Reviews:
9
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
Orli was floating again, in that nothingness that was so pleasant, when he was rudely shaken.
“Orlando.”
He grunted in annoyance. Leave me the hell alone, goddamit!
“Orlando, can you hear me?” Another shake.
“Unghmmn.”
“Orlando, I need you to concentrate and enunciate properly for me.”
He frowned. Why can’t they leave me alone for one goddamn minute?
“Fuck -- you,” he said loudly, enunciating slowly and clearly.
There was scattered laughter around him.
“Alright, Orlando,” Dr. Nelson said, a smile in his voice. “Very good.” He patted Orli’s shoulder.
“I apologize, son,” Dr. Fletcher’s voice came from the direction of his feet. “But there’s going to be a bit more prodding. I know how you love it.”
Orli was beginning to realize he was laying face down on his stomach and on a real mattress, not on that damned slab, when suddenly someone gripped his ankle and ran something sharp down the sole of his foot. He was completely shocked when his leg jerked and started to spasm.
A cheer went up from the small crowd in the surgery. Orli turned his face to the mattress and wept.
~~~
Rose, with the naïveté of youth, expected to have things go back to the way they were, with Orlando regaining his ability to walk. That first week was joyous for everyone, even though, coincidentally, he started to get blinding headaches and had to be medicated most of the time.
Orlando had insisted, during one of their long talks, that she go back to the dojo and continue her lessons. She had resisted, already squeezing in the time to see him every day. He berated her, telling her he would refuse to speak to her or let her touch him if she showed up on a class night. Inwardly she was glad; it seemed that the Orlando she first met, her sensei, was coming back to her.
As far as school was concerned, it was going well and she loved her classes, even with the additional burden of tons of homework. She was making new friends and looking toward the future with optimism.
The day that Orlando left the hospital, two weeks after the miraculous surgery, was one she was never going to forget. The gang had called everyone, and everyone had called everyone else. Rose had even called Sharon O’Connor and her prayer group, so they could see the miracle they helped wrought.
The nurses fought and finally drew straws as to who would wheel Orlando out of the hospital. Everyone had tears in their eyes and there were many hugs and kisses exchanged.
Robert and Rose, with Orlando being pushed in the wheelchair by the victorious nurse Cheryl, walked through the automatic doors into the late L.A. summer sunshine. Rose grinned at the huge crowd that waited in silence in the courtyard. Robert helped Orlando get up from the chair and Rose handed him the crutches. He took one step and the crowd burst into cheers, startling him so severely, Robert had to save him from toppling.
It took them an hour to get Orlando in the car, since everyone had to offer their hugs and kisses and congratulations. Orlando stood the entire time and hugged each person, whether he knew them or not, silent tears coursing down his cheeks.
Rose had no inkling that this was just the beginning of a journey down a very rocky road.
~~~
Rose could hear the commotion from the entryway one Saturday morning as she entered the Bloom house. She sighed, knowing Orlando was having one of his tantrums. She recalled the bad one earlier in the week where, in his blindness, shuffling down the hall to the kitchen, he had tripped over Maude sprawled across the hallway snoozing. He fell on his face, bloodying his nose and jarring his back painfully. To give him credit, he never touched Maude, but in his rage chucked a 75 pound chrome and leather Breuer chair as if it was a child’s toy across the living room and through the plate glass window into the pool.
She looked at the boarded-up window, scratched Maude’s ear and headed toward the noise. She hoped he wasn’t throwing anything heavy today.
He was yelling again about having to take “so many fucking pills.” Rose knew that what really irked him was not taking the pills, but being dependent on someone else to take them out of the bottles in the proper dosage at the correct time. Dr. Nelson had typed up a complicated schedule that was taped to the refrigerator. There were five different medications, not including the pain killers, which Orlando nicknamed “the good stuff,” “the better stuff,” and last but not least, “the killer stuff,” which he got only if he was catatonic with pain. And he didn’t get his pain meds until he took the other ones.
She walked into his sitting room, just in time to duck a flying plastic bottle. It smacked against the bookcase behind her and rolled to her feet.
“Orlando!” Robert admonished, “Calm yourself. Rose is here to –“
“Tell her to go home! I didn’t ask her to come! I don’t want to see anyone!”
Rose picked up the plastic bottle at her feet. It was the bottle of Cipro, expensive and hard to come by these days. She felt her temperature rise a couple notches. Why the hell did Robert let him get away with this horrible childish behavior? What he really needed was a good spanking.
Robert saw the look in her eyes and wisely decided to beat a hasty retreat to the doorway. Rosie would take care of things. She could get Orli to eat ground glass if she wanted him to.
“You ungrateful wretch!” Rosie shouted. Orlando flung another bottle in her direction with remarkable accuracy, considering he couldn’t see her. Aikido had given her quick reflexes and she was able to avoid it.
“Why you little -- !” Rose threw the bottle in her hand, clocking Orlando right on the forehead. He nearly fell off the chaise in surprise.
“I am sick of this shit!” he yelled. “From now on I’m taking only the pain pills and that’s IT!”
“Oh, and how are you going to know which ones they are, huh?” Rose retorted, fists on her hips, glaring back at him.
His face went completely red with fury, his eyes gone to dangerous slits. His voice, normally well-modulated and velvety, got deep and hoarse when enraged. “GET OUT. Leave me the fuck alone! No one asked you to come here!”
Rose stomped up to him and, without preamble, slapped him hard across the face, making his head rock to the side, almost knocking him over. He put his hand to his cheek and kept his face turned away from her, chest heaving.
“Do you think you’ve cornered the market on suffering!?” Rose shouted in his face, making him flinch. “You think you’re the only one around here that’s affected by this crap? Or maybe you’d rather have me get you a crown of thorns and start calling you Jesus? Or would you prefer Mr. Christ?”
His shoulders started shaking, but Rose was too infuriated to care about his feelings. She was fed up with his anger and self-pity, turned to stomp back out and head home, but then caught Robert’s eye. He was grinning like a maniac.
Her anger was instantly defused and felt terrible she’d lost her temper. I’m not behaving any better, she thought and turned back to Orlando to apologize for her outburst. He was grimacing and making odd huffing noises and it took her a moment to realize he was laughing. Or rather, trying not to laugh.
“What’s so damn funny?” Rose asked, incredulous.
Orlando’s only reply was to start guffawing. He was bent over his knees with the force of it. Robert started snickering behind her.
“I think Orli would prefer ‘Mr. Christ,’” he said, laughing.
Orlando just laughed harder, wheezing from lack of air, his face red as a beet. Rose glared at both of them equally and left the room without another word, the sound of hilarity following her down the hall.
Orlando ended up taking the pills without another protest.
~~~
“I think I’m going to ask Dr. Fletcher if he can prescribe anti-psychotics for you,” Rose told him later that evening, finishing up her homework as he lay sprawled on the chaise, higher than a kite from pain meds.
“Sure,” was Orlando’s lazy answer. “Pro’bly need ‘em. I’ll tell my shrink.” He lay with his head on an armrest, his cheeks flushed pink and his eyelids at half mast.
She hated seeing him like that, drugged out, but he was either medicated or in terrible pain from his blinding headaches or the pins in his healing spine. And Orlando in pain was not a pleasant experience for anyone. She sighed. Is this what love was? A grinding daily choice to keep going? When did the romantic stuff kick in? She would have to talk to Father Kirk about it. He had become her confessor and therapist, since that first day when she’d bawled in his office.
She got up from the desk and started to pack up her laptop and notebooks. She heard him stir.
“Rose,” he whispered. “Don’t leave me.” He sounded like a lost little boy. Her heart hurt to hear it. She’d thought him so strong and fearless before all this happened.
“Honey, I gotta go home. See my family. They think I don’t love them anymore.”
“Then just stay with me till I fall asleep, ‘kay?”
“All right. Let’s get you into bed, then.” She helped him get up and supported him until they reached the bed. She pulled the bedding down and got him comfortable on his side. She moved away but he pulled her down on the bed with him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her back and snuggled his head between her breasts, making her whole body tingle. He sighed in contentment and relaxed against her. Rose ran her fingers through his short-clipped silky hair and sang a song from the CD he was listening to obsessively lately.
“Maybe I’ll just whisper
Neither humble, neither proud
Listen if you care to
But I will not sing too loud
No not tonight
Just before I’m over and out
Wanna sing of better times
Wanna sing of hope
But we’ve heard those empty promises
They sound like such a joke
So I stumble…
So hard to say, so difficult
Sometimes I am not able
To separate my dreams from forced clichés
“So anything can happen
I don’t believe in fate
I won’t try to convince you cuz it’s getting kind of late
But there it is
Just before I’m over and out
My parting shot
Just to say you hold the reins
“We struggle to realize
This earthly paradise
Isn’t so far above us
To put away the poisonous ideas
I know it’s just ideas
They’re the only enemies ‘round here
So your eyes are closing
I don’t mean to keep you up
There’s more that I could say now
But I guess I’ve said enough
So sleep well
Just before I’m over and out
Please sleep well….
“The more and more I hear it
I feel the spirit rise
The people here are talking ‘bout
The oneness of our lives
Maybe I will turn away
Maybe you will run…
But it just may be a foreshadowing
Of what’s come….” **
Rose slowly moved to disentangle herself, thinking he was asleep. He moaned and gripped her tighter. A jolt of desire bolted through her.
“Orlando,” she whispered, trying to pull his awayaway. “I have to go.”
“Rose,” he whispered back, turning his face up to her. The loving look in his eyes made her heart skip a beat. “I’m so sorry. I’m such a shithole. Please forgive me.”
“Sweetheart….Of course I forgive you.”
“I love you.” He caressed her face. “I love you so much.”
She kissed him tenderly, a lump in her throat. “And I love you, Orlando Bloom, even when you are being a hemorrhoid.”
He breathed a laugh against her throat and she shivered. He slowly moved his body against her in a way that started the fireworks shooting off again in her belly. “Please let me show you how much….” And he kissed her throat, trailing his lips and tongue-tip down to the hollow and along her collarbone. His very warm long-fingered hand tried to worm its way under her shirt.
She gasped and pulled away. “I think that –“
“No, don’t.” He found her mouth again with his and she lost her thought completely as he pushed past her lips and explored her mouth with his tongue. He held her tightly against his body and slowly rocked his hips against hers, pressing his erection against her groin.
“Rose…” he gasped, pulling his mouth away for a moment. “Please let me show you that it’s not all misery with me.”
“Please…I can’t. Don’t ask me…” Rose whimpered, her whole body on fire. With monumental effort, she pulled away from his warm embrace, almost sobbing.
She could tell Orlando was stunned. “Why? I don’t understand. I love you –“
“I think – you need to find another way to show it.” Rose said, raising a trembling hand to her hot face. She went out to the sitting room and picked up her day pack and laptop case.
She left him sitting on the bed, blind eyes blank and mouth slack with shock and surprise.
**song lyrics Duncan Sheik
Orli was floating again, in that nothingness that was so pleasant, when he was rudely shaken.
“Orlando.”
He grunted in annoyance. Leave me the hell alone, goddamit!
“Orlando, can you hear me?” Another shake.
“Unghmmn.”
“Orlando, I need you to concentrate and enunciate properly for me.”
He frowned. Why can’t they leave me alone for one goddamn minute?
“Fuck -- you,” he said loudly, enunciating slowly and clearly.
There was scattered laughter around him.
“Alright, Orlando,” Dr. Nelson said, a smile in his voice. “Very good.” He patted Orli’s shoulder.
“I apologize, son,” Dr. Fletcher’s voice came from the direction of his feet. “But there’s going to be a bit more prodding. I know how you love it.”
Orli was beginning to realize he was laying face down on his stomach and on a real mattress, not on that damned slab, when suddenly someone gripped his ankle and ran something sharp down the sole of his foot. He was completely shocked when his leg jerked and started to spasm.
A cheer went up from the small crowd in the surgery. Orli turned his face to the mattress and wept.
~~~
Rose, with the naïveté of youth, expected to have things go back to the way they were, with Orlando regaining his ability to walk. That first week was joyous for everyone, even though, coincidentally, he started to get blinding headaches and had to be medicated most of the time.
Orlando had insisted, during one of their long talks, that she go back to the dojo and continue her lessons. She had resisted, already squeezing in the time to see him every day. He berated her, telling her he would refuse to speak to her or let her touch him if she showed up on a class night. Inwardly she was glad; it seemed that the Orlando she first met, her sensei, was coming back to her.
As far as school was concerned, it was going well and she loved her classes, even with the additional burden of tons of homework. She was making new friends and looking toward the future with optimism.
The day that Orlando left the hospital, two weeks after the miraculous surgery, was one she was never going to forget. The gang had called everyone, and everyone had called everyone else. Rose had even called Sharon O’Connor and her prayer group, so they could see the miracle they helped wrought.
The nurses fought and finally drew straws as to who would wheel Orlando out of the hospital. Everyone had tears in their eyes and there were many hugs and kisses exchanged.
Robert and Rose, with Orlando being pushed in the wheelchair by the victorious nurse Cheryl, walked through the automatic doors into the late L.A. summer sunshine. Rose grinned at the huge crowd that waited in silence in the courtyard. Robert helped Orlando get up from the chair and Rose handed him the crutches. He took one step and the crowd burst into cheers, startling him so severely, Robert had to save him from toppling.
It took them an hour to get Orlando in the car, since everyone had to offer their hugs and kisses and congratulations. Orlando stood the entire time and hugged each person, whether he knew them or not, silent tears coursing down his cheeks.
Rose had no inkling that this was just the beginning of a journey down a very rocky road.
~~~
Rose could hear the commotion from the entryway one Saturday morning as she entered the Bloom house. She sighed, knowing Orlando was having one of his tantrums. She recalled the bad one earlier in the week where, in his blindness, shuffling down the hall to the kitchen, he had tripped over Maude sprawled across the hallway snoozing. He fell on his face, bloodying his nose and jarring his back painfully. To give him credit, he never touched Maude, but in his rage chucked a 75 pound chrome and leather Breuer chair as if it was a child’s toy across the living room and through the plate glass window into the pool.
She looked at the boarded-up window, scratched Maude’s ear and headed toward the noise. She hoped he wasn’t throwing anything heavy today.
He was yelling again about having to take “so many fucking pills.” Rose knew that what really irked him was not taking the pills, but being dependent on someone else to take them out of the bottles in the proper dosage at the correct time. Dr. Nelson had typed up a complicated schedule that was taped to the refrigerator. There were five different medications, not including the pain killers, which Orlando nicknamed “the good stuff,” “the better stuff,” and last but not least, “the killer stuff,” which he got only if he was catatonic with pain. And he didn’t get his pain meds until he took the other ones.
She walked into his sitting room, just in time to duck a flying plastic bottle. It smacked against the bookcase behind her and rolled to her feet.
“Orlando!” Robert admonished, “Calm yourself. Rose is here to –“
“Tell her to go home! I didn’t ask her to come! I don’t want to see anyone!”
Rose picked up the plastic bottle at her feet. It was the bottle of Cipro, expensive and hard to come by these days. She felt her temperature rise a couple notches. Why the hell did Robert let him get away with this horrible childish behavior? What he really needed was a good spanking.
Robert saw the look in her eyes and wisely decided to beat a hasty retreat to the doorway. Rosie would take care of things. She could get Orli to eat ground glass if she wanted him to.
“You ungrateful wretch!” Rosie shouted. Orlando flung another bottle in her direction with remarkable accuracy, considering he couldn’t see her. Aikido had given her quick reflexes and she was able to avoid it.
“Why you little -- !” Rose threw the bottle in her hand, clocking Orlando right on the forehead. He nearly fell off the chaise in surprise.
“I am sick of this shit!” he yelled. “From now on I’m taking only the pain pills and that’s IT!”
“Oh, and how are you going to know which ones they are, huh?” Rose retorted, fists on her hips, glaring back at him.
His face went completely red with fury, his eyes gone to dangerous slits. His voice, normally well-modulated and velvety, got deep and hoarse when enraged. “GET OUT. Leave me the fuck alone! No one asked you to come here!”
Rose stomped up to him and, without preamble, slapped him hard across the face, making his head rock to the side, almost knocking him over. He put his hand to his cheek and kept his face turned away from her, chest heaving.
“Do you think you’ve cornered the market on suffering!?” Rose shouted in his face, making him flinch. “You think you’re the only one around here that’s affected by this crap? Or maybe you’d rather have me get you a crown of thorns and start calling you Jesus? Or would you prefer Mr. Christ?”
His shoulders started shaking, but Rose was too infuriated to care about his feelings. She was fed up with his anger and self-pity, turned to stomp back out and head home, but then caught Robert’s eye. He was grinning like a maniac.
Her anger was instantly defused and felt terrible she’d lost her temper. I’m not behaving any better, she thought and turned back to Orlando to apologize for her outburst. He was grimacing and making odd huffing noises and it took her a moment to realize he was laughing. Or rather, trying not to laugh.
“What’s so damn funny?” Rose asked, incredulous.
Orlando’s only reply was to start guffawing. He was bent over his knees with the force of it. Robert started snickering behind her.
“I think Orli would prefer ‘Mr. Christ,’” he said, laughing.
Orlando just laughed harder, wheezing from lack of air, his face red as a beet. Rose glared at both of them equally and left the room without another word, the sound of hilarity following her down the hall.
Orlando ended up taking the pills without another protest.
~~~
“I think I’m going to ask Dr. Fletcher if he can prescribe anti-psychotics for you,” Rose told him later that evening, finishing up her homework as he lay sprawled on the chaise, higher than a kite from pain meds.
“Sure,” was Orlando’s lazy answer. “Pro’bly need ‘em. I’ll tell my shrink.” He lay with his head on an armrest, his cheeks flushed pink and his eyelids at half mast.
She hated seeing him like that, drugged out, but he was either medicated or in terrible pain from his blinding headaches or the pins in his healing spine. And Orlando in pain was not a pleasant experience for anyone. She sighed. Is this what love was? A grinding daily choice to keep going? When did the romantic stuff kick in? She would have to talk to Father Kirk about it. He had become her confessor and therapist, since that first day when she’d bawled in his office.
She got up from the desk and started to pack up her laptop and notebooks. She heard him stir.
“Rose,” he whispered. “Don’t leave me.” He sounded like a lost little boy. Her heart hurt to hear it. She’d thought him so strong and fearless before all this happened.
“Honey, I gotta go home. See my family. They think I don’t love them anymore.”
“Then just stay with me till I fall asleep, ‘kay?”
“All right. Let’s get you into bed, then.” She helped him get up and supported him until they reached the bed. She pulled the bedding down and got him comfortable on his side. She moved away but he pulled her down on the bed with him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her back and snuggled his head between her breasts, making her whole body tingle. He sighed in contentment and relaxed against her. Rose ran her fingers through his short-clipped silky hair and sang a song from the CD he was listening to obsessively lately.
“Maybe I’ll just whisper
Neither humble, neither proud
Listen if you care to
But I will not sing too loud
No not tonight
Just before I’m over and out
Wanna sing of better times
Wanna sing of hope
But we’ve heard those empty promises
They sound like such a joke
So I stumble…
So hard to say, so difficult
Sometimes I am not able
To separate my dreams from forced clichés
“So anything can happen
I don’t believe in fate
I won’t try to convince you cuz it’s getting kind of late
But there it is
Just before I’m over and out
My parting shot
Just to say you hold the reins
“We struggle to realize
This earthly paradise
Isn’t so far above us
To put away the poisonous ideas
I know it’s just ideas
They’re the only enemies ‘round here
So your eyes are closing
I don’t mean to keep you up
There’s more that I could say now
But I guess I’ve said enough
So sleep well
Just before I’m over and out
Please sleep well….
“The more and more I hear it
I feel the spirit rise
The people here are talking ‘bout
The oneness of our lives
Maybe I will turn away
Maybe you will run…
But it just may be a foreshadowing
Of what’s come….” **
Rose slowly moved to disentangle herself, thinking he was asleep. He moaned and gripped her tighter. A jolt of desire bolted through her.
“Orlando,” she whispered, trying to pull his awayaway. “I have to go.”
“Rose,” he whispered back, turning his face up to her. The loving look in his eyes made her heart skip a beat. “I’m so sorry. I’m such a shithole. Please forgive me.”
“Sweetheart….Of course I forgive you.”
“I love you.” He caressed her face. “I love you so much.”
She kissed him tenderly, a lump in her throat. “And I love you, Orlando Bloom, even when you are being a hemorrhoid.”
He breathed a laugh against her throat and she shivered. He slowly moved his body against her in a way that started the fireworks shooting off again in her belly. “Please let me show you how much….” And he kissed her throat, trailing his lips and tongue-tip down to the hollow and along her collarbone. His very warm long-fingered hand tried to worm its way under her shirt.
She gasped and pulled away. “I think that –“
“No, don’t.” He found her mouth again with his and she lost her thought completely as he pushed past her lips and explored her mouth with his tongue. He held her tightly against his body and slowly rocked his hips against hers, pressing his erection against her groin.
“Rose…” he gasped, pulling his mouth away for a moment. “Please let me show you that it’s not all misery with me.”
“Please…I can’t. Don’t ask me…” Rose whimpered, her whole body on fire. With monumental effort, she pulled away from his warm embrace, almost sobbing.
She could tell Orlando was stunned. “Why? I don’t understand. I love you –“
“I think – you need to find another way to show it.” Rose said, raising a trembling hand to her hot face. She went out to the sitting room and picked up her day pack and laptop case.
She left him sitting on the bed, blind eyes blank and mouth slack with shock and surprise.
**song lyrics Duncan Sheik