Heaven

That day was one of the happiest that Orli could remember since
coming to New Zealand. They spent hours just walking around
Wellington and shopping. Marton teased Orli for his horrible taste
in clothes and Orli tortured Marton for buying so much black. It was
dusk when Marton pulled into the driveway of his house.

"Fancy a quick ride on the motorcycle?" Marton grinned at Orli.

"Sure!"

So it was agreed upon but neither knew that this one decision would
have such horrific results. Orli snapped on his helmet and climbed
on behind Marton.

"Where's your helmet love?" concerned Orli asked.

"Inside. I'm too lazy to go get it." Marton turned around.

Orli got off the bike and he dashed inside for Marton's helmet.

"I will never ride with you if you're not wearing a helmet." Orli
growled as he put the helmet on Marton.

Marton made no answer he simply waited for Orli to get on before he
gunned the engine. They tore out of the driveway toward the highway.
Orli held on as Marton sped up and the speedometer read 100mph. The
adrenaline rush always got to Orli as well as Marton. The thought
that there was only slipstream physics separating them from the
strip of pavement was intoxicating. Orli grinned and wrapped his
arms firmly around Marton's waist. He closed his eyes and let the
wind rush through his hair. The only indication that something was
going to happen was the sudden lurch. Before either of them knew
what was happening they were skidding on the wet pavement. Marton
cursed and tried to right the bike but to no avail. The bike spun
around sickeningly before it fell and tossed Orli off. He hit the
ground hard and lay on his side gasping for breath. He watched in
horror as the bike skidded for another 200 kilometers, dragging
Marton all the way. There was no one to hear his screams that faded
into pained whimpers.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Viggo was woken by the incessant ringing of the telephone. Growling
he fumbled for it before Sean picked it up and handed it to him.

"Yeah?" sleep clogged his voice.

"Vig?" came the soft sob laden voice.

"Orli?" instantly awake Viggo sat up and flicked the light
on. "Whats wrong?"

"There was an accident…"
"Accident? Orli where are you?"

Sean's eyes widened as he got up and pulled on clothes.

"A hospital in Wellington. Marton's…hurt bad." he broke off as he
started to cry.

"How bad?"

"Coma and concussion..." came the choked reply

"Orli calm down we're on our way ok?"

"Ok." A soft sniffle.

They hung up, sighing Viggo dressed and followed Sean out the door.
As they drove Viggo called Peter who said he'd come right away. Half
an hour later they were walking through the door to the hospital and
a frantic Orli tossed himself into their arms. Viggo held to a
sobbing Orli as Sean went to find out what was wrong.

TBC.