Look What You’ve Done!

Title: Look What You’ve Done! 4/?
Type: RPS
Author: Sivan Shemesh (sivan325@walla.co.il)
Beta: Leannan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM, OB/Jim Modar “Two Butter Fingers” (OC)
Warning: Angst, a lot of pain and torture, rape, bdsm, suicide, corruption.
Disclaimer: I only borrowed them for the story. This never happened in real life. Timeline: Set after “ROTK”. AU.
Notes: This is my first RPS fic, so be gentle. Inspired by “Amazed By You” by Sarah Eleven, and by “Unrequited?” by Juniper.
Summary: Orlando and Viggo were involved in a car-accident, in which Viggo was nearly killed. Everyone blames him for what happened. Who will help him?

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4.

Second day

Last 24 hours…

In the Hospital…

Liv watched terrified, torn between going to get help or staying in the room. She moved towards the door and opened it but stayed there, her gaze fixed on Viggo.

“Liv, go get help!” said Ian.

Liv looked at him and back to Viggo, then stormed out the room calling for help. Outside, a pair of nurses were talking, they’re meaningless chat stopped as soon as they saw Liv Tyler asking for help.

“Something is wrong! We need help!” said Liv franatic.

One of the nurses rushed to the room following Liv, while the other one ran to find a doctor.

Almost a minute had passed when a hoard of people entered the room ushering out the fellowship.

“We need space to work. You need to wait outside,” they told them.

Outside, the loud beeping of the electronic devices monitoring their friend’s health were enough to have each and every one of them on the edge.

No one noticed John’s arrival until he spoke “What is going on?” he asked, dread apparent in his voice.

“We don’t know yet,” whispered Liv, her voice slightly quivering. And then, nothing but silence remained.

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In the meantime in Jail…

Orlando lay on the floor, the smell of his own blood flared his nostrils. His abused body was screaming at him, his muscles ached with vengeance, as if they were punishing him too for his actions. The pain and the dread kept Orlando awake all night. Staring at the ceiling, he was trapped within his own mind.

He was angry with his so-called friends. How could they do this to me? Orlando pondered. He understood their reaction, he was scared for Viggo’s life too, but why did they have to turn their backs at him when he needed them too?

Jim Modar woke up late the next morning, he moved towards Orlando, the grin in his face and the lust in his eyes were evidence of his intentions.

He hovered over Orlando’s still naked body. Orlando, knew what was going to happen next.

“No… please, somebody help me… please” repeated Orlando over and over.

Jim turned Orlando around mercilessly, this time there wasn’t a “preparation”, without further notice, Jim plunged his entire length inside Orlando.

Orlando could only scream in agony.

“No one will ever try to save you, boy. Shut up,” spate Jim.

Orlando stopped muttering and stayed still. His mind was in frenzy trying to find something to keep the young man away from the pain, away from reality.

In one os mos movements, Jim hit Orlando’s prostate. The pleasure it sent through the young man’s body ashamed him to no end.

“Stop it, please, stop it” sobbed Orlando.

“Shut up!” said Jim slapping hitting Orlando’s back with so much force that, if it had not been for Jim’s grip over his body, Orlando would have definitely end up sprawled on the floor.

The pain was getting unbearable, his body felt like it was on fire. His every senses were dulled, he could only hear Modar’s grunts and fell him inside of him. Orlando started whimpering, only to get a bad reaction from his abuser.

“I SAID SHUT UP!” yelled Jim smacking his fist against Orlando’s head and neck repeatedly.

Orlando’s intents to struggle away from his tormentor were futile, he tried and tried until darkness engulfed his body.

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Back to the Hospital.

John was still trying to process the Liv’s words in his brain. “Is he dead?” he asked, expecting the worse.

Dom looked up at him, tears streaming down his face “the monitor was beeping very fast… they asked us to leave.”

John watched as nurses entered and left Viggo’s in a hurry. He tried to stop one of them to ask for an answer, but the only thing she said was “Not now, sir”, leaving a stunned group of friends fearing the worse.

Minute after minute the time faded away. It felt like an eternity had passed since they last had seen the clock, it had only been 42 minutes. Another hour went by and one by one the doctors and nurses were leaving Viggo’s room.

John stood next to his friends and they all waited for someone to tell them what had happened.

“You are here with Mr. Mortensen, right?” asked the doctor looking at the chart.

“Yes, we are. Is there something wrong?” John asked worried.

“On the contrary, he is awake…” the doctor said.

The fellowship looked at each other, no one could believe what the doctor had said. A few seconds later, realization hit them and they started hugging each other and laughed with joy.

“Can we see him now?” asked Billy already moving towards Viggo’s room.

“I will have to tell you to calm down, as we still do not know of his condition,”

“Not yet. We still need to run some tests and make sure he is ok. His injuries were severe, he is not out of danger yet,” said the doctor.

“When are we going to tell Viggo about Orlando?” asked John looking at his friends.

“No! he doesn’t need to hear about Orli, not now”, said Liv

“Lets not tell him about Orli, at least not yet,” said Ian putting a hand on Liv’s shoulder.

“But we need to tell him about Orli,” John replied.

“Not, mt, my friend. Not yet.”

“Is everything ok?” asked Elijah noticing the tension between them.

“Yes love, everything is ok.” Liv turned and kissed him sweetly.

Another hour went by and still no signs of the nurse that was supposed to tell them when they could enter the room.

“I’ll go and ask when can we see him. I’m sick of waiting…” started Billy, but was interrupted by a nurse asking them to follow her.

They entered the room and were pleased to see Viggo looking better. He was still hooked to various IV lines, but the tube in his throat to help him breath had been removed. Viggo seemed to be asleep when they approached him.

Viggo’s eyes opened slowly, the drugs in his system were still numbing his mind. At first, the light in the room blinded him, he willed himself to blink and his vision started to clear. The concerned gazes of his friends were the first thing he saw. Viggo tried to speak, but no sound came out.

The nurse that had entered with them offered Viggo some ice chips to soothe his throat. He attempted to speak one more time, his voice was barely audible.

John moved closer and rested his hand over Viggo’s, offering him support.

Viggo tried one more time, this time he managed to croak out the one single question none of them wanted to answer. “Where is Orli?”

Noticing the look on their faces Viggo felt a strange pressure in his chest. No one said anything. The silence was getting unbearable.

Every person in the room was looking at the floor or at each other, but no one looked at Viggo.

“Why all this pain?” thought John.

Silent tears were falling from Viggo’s eyes. He looked up to John and asked him one more time. “Where is Orli?”

End of Chapter 4.

R/R