Good for What Ails You 11/12
Title: Good for What Ails You
Summary: Almost done. The perspective of the girl is because the angst is getting tedious. I know the end is letting it down but to be honest I just want nto finish it and get on with the new fics that are A) bfar better and B) more fun to write. But here you are anyway.
Rating: PG13
Note: I rather like this preview, if I do say so myself ^^
By five, the sun had begun to rise and Viggo and Orli had fallen asleep waiting for Dom to regain consciousness. Not Billy, he stayed by him in dense silence. Just a day ago, Elijah had been in Dom’s position, a respirator tube protruding from his mouth and an IV trailing from his hand. And Dom had been in Billy’s. He was just contemplating to sick irony of this, when Dom moaned slightly. Billy’s head flicked up. Dom’s bruised eyes were open, squinting against the neon lights.
“Lij…” It was the first thing Dom said. Billy could have cried again.
“No, it’s Billy.”
“What happened?”
“You were in an accident, you were hit by a bike. But you’re gonna be alright.” Dom tried to sit, but grunted in pain and fell back. “No, don’t move. I need to tell you something-” Dom’s eyes went wide and he cut in.
“Where’s Lij, is he okay?”
“Yeah yeah, he’s okay, but something happened, I wanted you to know. I know I sound like a madman, it’s just…” And he relayed to Dom all of his suspicions, ready anytime for Dom to tell him shut up and stop being a stupid wanker.
But he didn’t. He nodded carefully. “I knew it. There was something about her. So, if I die, he’ll be alright?”
Billy suddenly realised what he’d done. Dom would do absolutely anything for Elijah, and now Billy had given him a way. He was such an idiot! “No! Whatever you’re thinking, stop it!” Dom looked at him levelly.
“Please, Bill. Help me.” Billy backtracked, panic stricken.
“No, this could be a load of crap, what if you die then Lij doesn’t get better? How do you think I’ll live with myself? I won’t do it. Plus, you’re not the only one who’d rather die then watch him die. It works both ways. Lij won’t be able to cope, he’s not as strong as you are, we both know that.” Dom sighed, defeated.
Billy was so sorry for laying this, so stupidly, on Dom, that he couldn’t even say it. Thanks to him, Dom had to come to terms with it all over again. He would have to watch Dom every hour of the day, to make sure he wasn’t going to slit his wrists to save Elijah. He had asked Billy, without batting an eyelid, to pull the plug on him. There was a strange, twisted beauty to this love of theirs.
Two days later, Dom and Elijah were both transferred from IC to an ordinary ward. Elijah cried when he saw Dom, saw the scars, stitches and plaster all over him.
“I knew you wouldn’t leave me.” Elijah whispered, smiling tearfully.
Dom looked from Elijah to Billy and he knew he wouldn’t have to worry about Dom anymore: He wouldn’t leave Elijah now, or ever.
Violet ambled down the stairs sleepily and flumped on a kitchen chair. Picking up the remote and opening the fridge door, she flicked channels for a while. Bad cartoons, worse cooking show, news. Her eighteen year old mind decided this was the lesser of the evils. But for a while rubbing sleep from her panda-eyes and drinking milk from the carton was more interesing, until the news reader stopped mid-sentence.
“Terminally ill actor Elijah Wood died last night at his home in Los Angeles. Almost eight months ago Wood was diagnosed with cancer. It that time he and fellow actor and boyfriend Dominic Monaghan hosted a charity concert here in London that raised over ten thousand pounds for cancer relief.” There was a clip of the Lord of the Rings, the concert, followed by a paparazzi cameraman pushing into Dom’s face as he and Lij left a hospital in LA.
She sat, shocked. Then a tear slid out of her eye. This was silly. Sure, it’s sad anytime you hear about death on the news, but crying was too far. But it was Lijah. Memories of the one and only time she met him flashed in her mind. How her request of a hug had not perturbed him in the slightest, and how he smelt nice. She had raised her video camera and asked if he would possibly sing a little bit of Half Fling for her. His eyes had brightened, and he zoomed off, calling he’s be right back. He was, Dom in tow. And they’d sung (or squeaked) a few lines for her, collapsing in laughter after a minute. She thanked him profusely, and he moved on down the row of salivating fangirls crowed outside the Albert Hall. She remembered thinking ‘he’s very happy for a dying man.’
Her mum ambled in to find her daughter sitting perfectly still, tears coursing down her pale face.
Her mum ambled in to find her daughter sitting perfectly still, tears coursing down her pale face.
‘Vi, what on earth…?” But she pushed past and ran up to her room.
Sure enough, the message boards were flooded with distraught fangirls. Her own site (lijah-in-love.com) had close to five hundreds hit for that day. She stopped reading the messages after about five. They were too sad. Then when she got to the one by ‘Janine from Glasgow’ who was threatening to kill herself, she closed the window.
She surfed for a while, before an IMDb thread caught her eye: ‘Funeral date’. The clicker hovered. After wondering if it was disrespectful or not, she decided the latter, and opened it. Three weeks on Monday. Everyone was asking the poster how they knew, and getting very little in reply. One thing she knew, it had an air of the genuine about it. Then began the practicalities of how on earth she would get to LA.
A few minutes and a bit less money in her own bank account later, she had a flight there booked. She propelled her computer chair to her TV and switched it on. Her homemade DVD of the concert was in. It had been stopped at the finale, all nine of them jumping like fools and roaring the words. Dom had his arms around Elijah’s waist, and she had zoomed in on them. They caught each others eye, and Elijah kissed Dom softly on the lips, (Cathy, in the seat beside her, gave an audible ‘auuuuu!’) before being glomped by Billy and falling over, Dom similarly accosted by their Elf. Then the phone rang. It was Cathy, who was in floods of uncontrollable tears. She would not be going alone it seemed.
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Summary: Almost done. The perspective of the girl is because the angst is getting tedious. I know the end is letting it down but to be honest I just want nto finish it and get on with the new fics that are A) bfar better and B) more fun to write. But here you are anyway.
Rating: PG13
Note: I rather like this preview, if I do say so myself ^^
By five, the sun had begun to rise and Viggo and Orli had fallen asleep waiting for Dom to regain consciousness. Not Billy, he stayed by him in dense silence. Just a day ago, Elijah had been in Dom’s position, a respirator tube protruding from his mouth and an IV trailing from his hand. And Dom had been in Billy’s. He was just contemplating to sick irony of this, when Dom moaned slightly. Billy’s head flicked up. Dom’s bruised eyes were open, squinting against the neon lights.
“Lij…” It was the first thing Dom said. Billy could have cried again.
“No, it’s Billy.”
“What happened?”
“You were in an accident, you were hit by a bike. But you’re gonna be alright.” Dom tried to sit, but grunted in pain and fell back. “No, don’t move. I need to tell you something-” Dom’s eyes went wide and he cut in.
“Where’s Lij, is he okay?”
“Yeah yeah, he’s okay, but something happened, I wanted you to know. I know I sound like a madman, it’s just…” And he relayed to Dom all of his suspicions, ready anytime for Dom to tell him shut up and stop being a stupid wanker.
But he didn’t. He nodded carefully. “I knew it. There was something about her. So, if I die, he’ll be alright?”
Billy suddenly realised what he’d done. Dom would do absolutely anything for Elijah, and now Billy had given him a way. He was such an idiot! “No! Whatever you’re thinking, stop it!” Dom looked at him levelly.
“Please, Bill. Help me.” Billy backtracked, panic stricken.
“No, this could be a load of crap, what if you die then Lij doesn’t get better? How do you think I’ll live with myself? I won’t do it. Plus, you’re not the only one who’d rather die then watch him die. It works both ways. Lij won’t be able to cope, he’s not as strong as you are, we both know that.” Dom sighed, defeated.
Billy was so sorry for laying this, so stupidly, on Dom, that he couldn’t even say it. Thanks to him, Dom had to come to terms with it all over again. He would have to watch Dom every hour of the day, to make sure he wasn’t going to slit his wrists to save Elijah. He had asked Billy, without batting an eyelid, to pull the plug on him. There was a strange, twisted beauty to this love of theirs.
Two days later, Dom and Elijah were both transferred from IC to an ordinary ward. Elijah cried when he saw Dom, saw the scars, stitches and plaster all over him.
“I knew you wouldn’t leave me.” Elijah whispered, smiling tearfully.
Dom looked from Elijah to Billy and he knew he wouldn’t have to worry about Dom anymore: He wouldn’t leave Elijah now, or ever.
Violet ambled down the stairs sleepily and flumped on a kitchen chair. Picking up the remote and opening the fridge door, she flicked channels for a while. Bad cartoons, worse cooking show, news. Her eighteen year old mind decided this was the lesser of the evils. But for a while rubbing sleep from her panda-eyes and drinking milk from the carton was more interesing, until the news reader stopped mid-sentence.
“Terminally ill actor Elijah Wood died last night at his home in Los Angeles. Almost eight months ago Wood was diagnosed with cancer. It that time he and fellow actor and boyfriend Dominic Monaghan hosted a charity concert here in London that raised over ten thousand pounds for cancer relief.” There was a clip of the Lord of the Rings, the concert, followed by a paparazzi cameraman pushing into Dom’s face as he and Lij left a hospital in LA.
She sat, shocked. Then a tear slid out of her eye. This was silly. Sure, it’s sad anytime you hear about death on the news, but crying was too far. But it was Lijah. Memories of the one and only time she met him flashed in her mind. How her request of a hug had not perturbed him in the slightest, and how he smelt nice. She had raised her video camera and asked if he would possibly sing a little bit of Half Fling for her. His eyes had brightened, and he zoomed off, calling he’s be right back. He was, Dom in tow. And they’d sung (or squeaked) a few lines for her, collapsing in laughter after a minute. She thanked him profusely, and he moved on down the row of salivating fangirls crowed outside the Albert Hall. She remembered thinking ‘he’s very happy for a dying man.’
Her mum ambled in to find her daughter sitting perfectly still, tears coursing down her pale face.
Her mum ambled in to find her daughter sitting perfectly still, tears coursing down her pale face.
‘Vi, what on earth…?” But she pushed past and ran up to her room.
Sure enough, the message boards were flooded with distraught fangirls. Her own site (lijah-in-love.com) had close to five hundreds hit for that day. She stopped reading the messages after about five. They were too sad. Then when she got to the one by ‘Janine from Glasgow’ who was threatening to kill herself, she closed the window.
She surfed for a while, before an IMDb thread caught her eye: ‘Funeral date’. The clicker hovered. After wondering if it was disrespectful or not, she decided the latter, and opened it. Three weeks on Monday. Everyone was asking the poster how they knew, and getting very little in reply. One thing she knew, it had an air of the genuine about it. Then began the practicalities of how on earth she would get to LA.
A few minutes and a bit less money in her own bank account later, she had a flight there booked. She propelled her computer chair to her TV and switched it on. Her homemade DVD of the concert was in. It had been stopped at the finale, all nine of them jumping like fools and roaring the words. Dom had his arms around Elijah’s waist, and she had zoomed in on them. They caught each others eye, and Elijah kissed Dom softly on the lips, (Cathy, in the seat beside her, gave an audible ‘auuuuu!’) before being glomped by Billy and falling over, Dom similarly accosted by their Elf. Then the phone rang. It was Cathy, who was in floods of uncontrollable tears. She would not be going alone it seemed.
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