Breaking the Rain
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,195
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Under the Sky
Title: Breaking the Rain
Chapter: 4 Under the Sky
Rating:
Disclaimer: Fiction, Fake, Not real
AN: This chapter has been rewriten, I wasn't happy with it the way it was.
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She woke to find herself on the bed once more. The throbbing in her head was overwhelming. She held her eyes shut, listening to the people talking over her.
"I found her laying in the bathtub, seems to have hit her head." The voice had to be Viggo's, it was much too deep and sensual to belong to anyone else.
A calm voice spoke up after that "Well, she seems to of gotten a small cut on her head, nothing that would require stitches. You said that she just passed out?" The voice responded, and then a hand, picking up her arm and examining the track marks running down it, a finger tracing them. "Hmm.. How did she end up here?"
"Well, sir, Orlando found her, to be exact. She was drunk and stumbling around on the streets. He took her in so that she wouldn't get arrested.
"Mmhhmm.. Well, I'm afraid that Orlando and, well, both of you, have managed to take on more than you can handle. I recognize this young lady from when I first treated her. Hard to forget such a face, such a sad story. Now she seems to have been using needles as well. " A tsk tsk noise came from his throat.
"Doctor, how can we help her?" This time it was Orlando's voice.
"You can not help an addict until they are ready to help themselves. If she wants to get clean I can suggest an excellent facility. You don't know this girl and you know nothing about drug withdrawal. It's commendable that you want to help, but you have no idea what you are getting yourselves into. You don't even know what drugs she has been using." The doctor looked from Viggo to Orlando before continuing. "If she doesn't want to get clean, you can't force her. More importantly, you can't trust her, an addict will do anything for a fix."
Viggo looked at Orlando, the look on Orli face conveyed the message. Spoken words were not necessary.
"We want to help her; if she wants our help, that is." Viggo replied.
"It will be hard. Don't doubt that." She felt him place her arm back on the bed. "Well, Mr. Mortensen, that is your decision to make, all though, it is against my better judgment." He began to rummage in his bag, he removed an oddly curved plastic device. "If she starts having seizures, place this in her mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue. Do not put your fingers in her mouth, during a seizure, she could easily sever a finger. If she does seize, send her to a hospital, you can't take care of her if it is that bad. Come with me, I've got some literature in my car that might help. It explains drug withdrawal from different drugs and what to expect." He picked up his bag and started toward the door before turning back to Orlando, "Someone should keep an eye on her at all times. Withdrawal is hell, in many ways. She may hurt herself or others if she wants the drugs bad enough. You can not keep her here against her will, if she wants to leave, let her. I can't emphasize this enough, you do not know her, do not trust her." Orlando nodded.
She heard them cross the room and the door shut. Then she rolled to her side, opening her eyes and gazing at Orlando. A thundering pain had been slamming through her head. She uttered a low moan and her hand went to the back of her head, to find a bandage there. "How the.." she whispered the words, not even finishing the sentence as Orlando moved to her, placing his hand on her own and sliding it away from the back of her head.
"You tell me. One minute you're in the shower, the next thing we know, you've hit your head and fell. Viggo heard the thud, he was the one to go in and get you. "
She had no response to this, her fingers playing with the sheets covering her. Unnerving silence, and now he was talking to the doctor, the one she'd seen after.. No, she wouldn't think about that. She started to sit up. Throwing the sheets off of her, a sudden craving to be away from here and back on the streets, letting the streets envelope her very soul.
"What are you doing?" Orlando had jumped up, grabbing her by the shoulders to steady her. "Let go of me!" Clinched teeth, her anger was rising. How dare he touch her!
"No, I just want to help."
"I don't need you to save me. Let go of me NOW!"
"I'm not moving, sweet. I'm not moving away." And with that he moved to the bed, his arms sliding to wrap around her.
"Please.." a soft whimper as she shut her eyes, turning her head away from him, holding her eyes tight, fighting tears. She hated being held or touched . "Please let me go."
Then his hand moved, fingers slid under her chin, tilting her head to face him, "We won't hurt you, you have nothing to fear here." His lips touching her own briefly, so briefly, so chaste, with an innocence Orlando had not used with anyone in a very very long time.
A kiss she very much detested, and needed, suffered, and enjoyed. Not sure how to feel, he had moved away as quickly as it happened.
Scooting off the bed, shaking his head and running fingers through his hair. He took a step back, looking over at her, "I'm, I'm sorry," he managed. She lifted one hand to her lips, tracing them slowly with her finger tips, in shock.
Just then Viggo re-entered the room. "Hey, Orlando.. Oh, great, you're awake!" He moved beside the bed, not even realizing that Orlando fled the room until the bathroom door shut. He looked over at Leigh, sitting on the bed, looking rather shocked, and then in the direction Orlando ran.
"Leigh?" curiosity in his voice. She stood up, sliding out of the bed and slowly moving about the room.
"I have to go viggo. I have to leave." Still determined.
Viggo moved to her, placing his hands on her shoulders and slowly guiding her down onto the bed. "No, please stay. At least until you are feeling better, you hit your head, you need to rest, okay?" Somehow his hands moved to the sheets, tucking her in. "I'll be right here." He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down on her. His mind wondering what in the hell Orlando had gotten them into by bring her home last night.
Chapter: 4 Under the Sky
Rating:
Disclaimer: Fiction, Fake, Not real
AN: This chapter has been rewriten, I wasn't happy with it the way it was.
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She woke to find herself on the bed once more. The throbbing in her head was overwhelming. She held her eyes shut, listening to the people talking over her.
"I found her laying in the bathtub, seems to have hit her head." The voice had to be Viggo's, it was much too deep and sensual to belong to anyone else.
A calm voice spoke up after that "Well, she seems to of gotten a small cut on her head, nothing that would require stitches. You said that she just passed out?" The voice responded, and then a hand, picking up her arm and examining the track marks running down it, a finger tracing them. "Hmm.. How did she end up here?"
"Well, sir, Orlando found her, to be exact. She was drunk and stumbling around on the streets. He took her in so that she wouldn't get arrested.
"Mmhhmm.. Well, I'm afraid that Orlando and, well, both of you, have managed to take on more than you can handle. I recognize this young lady from when I first treated her. Hard to forget such a face, such a sad story. Now she seems to have been using needles as well. " A tsk tsk noise came from his throat.
"Doctor, how can we help her?" This time it was Orlando's voice.
"You can not help an addict until they are ready to help themselves. If she wants to get clean I can suggest an excellent facility. You don't know this girl and you know nothing about drug withdrawal. It's commendable that you want to help, but you have no idea what you are getting yourselves into. You don't even know what drugs she has been using." The doctor looked from Viggo to Orlando before continuing. "If she doesn't want to get clean, you can't force her. More importantly, you can't trust her, an addict will do anything for a fix."
Viggo looked at Orlando, the look on Orli face conveyed the message. Spoken words were not necessary.
"We want to help her; if she wants our help, that is." Viggo replied.
"It will be hard. Don't doubt that." She felt him place her arm back on the bed. "Well, Mr. Mortensen, that is your decision to make, all though, it is against my better judgment." He began to rummage in his bag, he removed an oddly curved plastic device. "If she starts having seizures, place this in her mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue. Do not put your fingers in her mouth, during a seizure, she could easily sever a finger. If she does seize, send her to a hospital, you can't take care of her if it is that bad. Come with me, I've got some literature in my car that might help. It explains drug withdrawal from different drugs and what to expect." He picked up his bag and started toward the door before turning back to Orlando, "Someone should keep an eye on her at all times. Withdrawal is hell, in many ways. She may hurt herself or others if she wants the drugs bad enough. You can not keep her here against her will, if she wants to leave, let her. I can't emphasize this enough, you do not know her, do not trust her." Orlando nodded.
She heard them cross the room and the door shut. Then she rolled to her side, opening her eyes and gazing at Orlando. A thundering pain had been slamming through her head. She uttered a low moan and her hand went to the back of her head, to find a bandage there. "How the.." she whispered the words, not even finishing the sentence as Orlando moved to her, placing his hand on her own and sliding it away from the back of her head.
"You tell me. One minute you're in the shower, the next thing we know, you've hit your head and fell. Viggo heard the thud, he was the one to go in and get you. "
She had no response to this, her fingers playing with the sheets covering her. Unnerving silence, and now he was talking to the doctor, the one she'd seen after.. No, she wouldn't think about that. She started to sit up. Throwing the sheets off of her, a sudden craving to be away from here and back on the streets, letting the streets envelope her very soul.
"What are you doing?" Orlando had jumped up, grabbing her by the shoulders to steady her. "Let go of me!" Clinched teeth, her anger was rising. How dare he touch her!
"No, I just want to help."
"I don't need you to save me. Let go of me NOW!"
"I'm not moving, sweet. I'm not moving away." And with that he moved to the bed, his arms sliding to wrap around her.
"Please.." a soft whimper as she shut her eyes, turning her head away from him, holding her eyes tight, fighting tears. She hated being held or touched . "Please let me go."
Then his hand moved, fingers slid under her chin, tilting her head to face him, "We won't hurt you, you have nothing to fear here." His lips touching her own briefly, so briefly, so chaste, with an innocence Orlando had not used with anyone in a very very long time.
A kiss she very much detested, and needed, suffered, and enjoyed. Not sure how to feel, he had moved away as quickly as it happened.
Scooting off the bed, shaking his head and running fingers through his hair. He took a step back, looking over at her, "I'm, I'm sorry," he managed. She lifted one hand to her lips, tracing them slowly with her finger tips, in shock.
Just then Viggo re-entered the room. "Hey, Orlando.. Oh, great, you're awake!" He moved beside the bed, not even realizing that Orlando fled the room until the bathroom door shut. He looked over at Leigh, sitting on the bed, looking rather shocked, and then in the direction Orlando ran.
"Leigh?" curiosity in his voice. She stood up, sliding out of the bed and slowly moving about the room.
"I have to go viggo. I have to leave." Still determined.
Viggo moved to her, placing his hands on her shoulders and slowly guiding her down onto the bed. "No, please stay. At least until you are feeling better, you hit your head, you need to rest, okay?" Somehow his hands moved to the sheets, tucking her in. "I'll be right here." He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down on her. His mind wondering what in the hell Orlando had gotten them into by bring her home last night.