Double Drabbels+ #18 & #94 (3-4/100)
Title: Dark thoughts
Author: Saga Chriztine “sagaluthien” Pettersson
Fandom: Real people: Orlando Bloom
Pairing: OB
Prompt: # 18 black
Word Count: 188
Rating: PG-13
Betad: sharpiesgal
Sig: Thanks and Credit to falinemalfoy
Table for all entries: At my story journal sagas_stories
Summary: Orlando’s thoughts during the first days after his fall.
I had never felt so devastated. Everything looked so bleak and hopeless.
“I’m sorry,” the doctor had said. “There may be a chance that you will never walk again.”
Those words just made my soul sink to my feet. The irony wasn’t lost on me. I couldn’t feel my legs. I wasn’t allowed to move and I had to get help to do the tiniest thing.
The minutes felt like hours and the hours felt like days. Worst was that it looked like I would never get away from the place I had fallen into.
I seemed to have all the time in the world to always regret my biggest mistake. I lay here and have no way to get away from my thoughts. I wished I could. Normally, I would have worked the dark thoughts out with exercise, but even that had been taken from me.
It was so bad that I couldn’t even let the tears run.
What would I do? How would I be able to live? What did the future hold for me, if I were unable to regain the use of my legs?
Title: Life turner
Author: Saga Chriztine “sagaluthien” Pettersson
Fandom: Real people: Orlando Bloom
Pairing: OB
Prompt: # 94 independence
Word Count: 263
Rating: PG-13
Beta: sharpiesgal
Sig: Thanks and Credit to falinemalfoy
Table for all entries: At my story journal
Summary: Orlando’s thoughts when he learns how the operation went.
What a relief. I could shout at my top of my lungs. I was so f***ing happy. The days in the hospital bed was over and I would be able to walk out the door by myself.
If I could I would have jumped up and down when the doctor came and told me about the operation, I would have... If it was a success, then there would be a good chance that I wouldn’t spend the rest of my days in a wheelchair.
First, I didn’t hear anything else. All that swirled around in my head was I would be able to walk again. I would not need to depend on others to help me. It was the best news I hear since arriving at the hospital.
When it had sunk in, I was able to concentrate on what else the doctor was telling me. I would still be under strict regulations since I had a long road ahead including physical therapy.
Since the feeling in my legs had returned, I was very much aware of things; especially pain. So as not to make the operation a complete waste of time I was to wear a corset for the next year. It would help keep my spine stabilized as I went about my daily activities.
I said that was nothing. I could handle it, I would be walking. I would be mobile. I would be able to take care of myself. I wouldn’t need to change my whole life, just because I was stupid enough to take hold of that rusty pipe.