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Blind (Domlijah) PG-13 (1/?)
Title: Blind - 1/?
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moit
Pairing: Domlijah
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPF
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama
Warnings: Slash, violence
Summary: After a horrific accident, Elijah is blinded. Dom is left to pick up the pieces of their broken life.
Word Count: 1701
How it happened was anyone’s guess. Why wasn’t anyone paying attention? An even better question was: How did the guy get past security?
It all happened so fast. A flick of the wrist and Elijah was clutching his face screaming bloody murder. There wasn’t any blood, but the on-set medics had to sedate him until the ambulance showed up because nobody knew what else to do. By some miracle, the medics at least knew not to put water on the burns. By some other miracle, the culprit just stood idly by while Security took him into custody.
Elijah spent two days in a drug-induced coma before the doctors would allow him to sleep normally. And that was after a 12-hour surgery. Debbie and Hannah were by Elijah’s bedside for as long as visiting hours would allow. He woke up the following day while Hannah was getting coffee.
“Elijah, honey, it’s Mom. Can you hear me?”
“Mom?” Elijah said, his tone sounding slightly panicked. “I . . . I can’t see you.”
Debbie took his hand, cradling it in both of her own. “Elijah, honey, you’re going to be okay—”
“Goddammit, Mom! Don’t lie to me! What’s wrong?”
“Elijah,” Debbie lowered her voice. “They’ll sedate you if you become irate, so I need you to just relax and listen to me. Can you do that, baby?”
Elijah was quiet for a moment. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Mom. Just tell me.”
“The doctors say . . . Elijah, you’re not going to see again. You’ve been declared irreversibly blind.”
Elijah was silent. He rolled over away from Debbie towards the wall. “Mom, can you leave me alone for a little while?”
“Elijah, Dom—”
“Please, Mom!”
Elijah’s tone was both serious and sad. Debbie patted his shoulder gently and walked out of the room.
As luck would have it, she ran into both Hannah and Dom in the hall.
“How is he?” Dom asked anxiously.
“He’s awake . . .” Debbie started, and Dom tried to move around her to get to Elijah’s room. “Dominic, he needs some time, honey. Why don’t you come with us back to the house and get some rest. You’ve had a long flight and I’m sure you’re exhausted. We’ll go home and have some dinner . . . get some rest and come back in the morning.”
Dom was crestfallen, but he had no other choice. He followed Debbie out to the car, taking Hannah’s hand for a modicum of support.
“How was your flight?” Hannah asked softly.
“Hell,” Dom replied. “After I got the call from your mom, I got the first available flight out of London, but between the flight to New York and then to LAX and customs . . . and of course worrying about Elijah, I haven’t exactly been a very happy camper.”
“Mom and I have been just out of our minds. I don’t think Mom actually slept until they took Elijah off enough of the drugs to let him sleep normally. He,” Hannah paused, turning her head to wipe her eyes. “He’s blind, Dom.”
“I know,” Dom replied, releasing Hannah’s hand to put an arm around her shoulders. “But he’s still Elijah. Nothing is going to change that.”
When they got back to the house, Dom insisted on making dinner.
“I’m still wound up from my trip. Please, just let me,” he said.
But after everything was cleaned up, Dom retired. He collapsed face-first on the bed in the guesthouse, inhaling the scent of Elijah as tears stung his eyes. Despite his grief, he was asleep in minutes.
The next morning, Dom was up with the sun. He had coffee ready in the main house when Hannah and Debbie came down. He even offered to drive them all back to the hospital. Anything to keep his mind off the impending reunion with his boyfriend.
The nurse was leaving Elijah’s room as the arrived. She touched Dom’s gently. “He was asking for you.”
Dom glanced at Hannah and Debbie, who urged him to go in alone. Taking a deep breath, Dom walked softly into the room, though his footfalls were loud on the hard floor.
“Hello?” Elijah called out. “Who’s there?”
He looked so small and scared to Dom’s eyes. The hospital blankets were sterile white and the gown Elijah wore was hospital-issue. In his hand, Dom clutched Elijah’s favourite pair of pajamas. Elijah was hooked to an IV. Gauze pads, tape, and what looked like clear plastic half-circles, presumably to keep him from rubbing or otherwise jarring his wounded eyes.
“Dom,” he said, but his voice sounded small and hoarse to his own ears. He cleared his throat and repeated, “It’s Dom.”
“Dom?” Elijah said, turning his face to Dom’s voice. He held out a hand searchingly.
Dom crossed the room and set the pajamas down took Elijah’s hand. He raised it to his lips and placed a kiss on the knuckles. “I’m here.”
“I can’t see you, Dom,” Elijah said, his voice breaking. “I—I can’t cry, either. But I want to. I really want to right now.”
“Don’t cry, baby. It’s me. I’m here.” Dom placed Elijah’s palm against his cheek. He knew it was the only way Elijah would be able to “see” him and he wanted to offer as much comfort as he could.
Elijah’s hand fumbled over the contours of Dom’s face, remembering the lines of his nose and cheekbones and the bristle of his beard and eyebrows. His fingertips traced over Dom’s lips and stilled.
“They said I could go home as soon as I was ready. They’re going to give me plenty of dope and require that I come in for regular check-ups. But for the most part, it’s just re-learning how to take care of myself without my sight.” His voice held contempt, but Dom couldn’t really make out his expression with the bandages covering half of his face.
“Well, then let’s get you checked out. We can take care of you, your mom Hannah and I. It’s not going to be—”
“It’s not going to be the same, Dominic!” he shouted, snatching his hand away from Dom’s mouth.
Dom remained silent. He’d known this was coming, and it was better that Elijah express his emotions rather than keep them bottled up.
“I don’t want to have to rely on you guys forever. I need my independence.”
“So we’ll get you a seeing-eye dog,” Dom said with a shrug. “Doodle, what ever you need we’ll work it out.”
Elijah opened his mouth and then closed it with a snap. “Can you start the paperwork to get me out of here, then? I’m awake and more than ready to go home.”
“All right. I’ll go get your mom so she can start filling out paperwork. More than likely the doctor will want to see you again before you go. Do you want me to come back?”
“Actually, could you send Hannah in?”
“Of course,” Dom replied, trying not to feel resentful or let the frustration creep into his voice. “I, uh, I brought your pajamas, too. I wasn’t sure how long you’d be here, but I guess you can wear them out instead of sleeping in them. Do you want me to help you put them on . . .”
“No.” Elijah’s reply was sharp and clipped. “Just send Hannah in. Leave the pajamas.”
Dom turned and strode out of the room before the tears could escape. He didn’t want Elijah to see—hear, he reminded himself—him cry.
“Dom?” Debbie asked, standing up.
But Dom just shook his head. “Hannah, Elijah wants you. He’s ready to go home, Debbie, if you can find a nurse to start filling out his discharge paperwork. I need some fresh air.”
Dom stepped out of the hospital’s revolving door, taking great gulps of the Los Angeles air. It wasn’t known for its cleanliness, but it was a hell of a lot better than the stuffy hospital. He noticed his hands were shaking and shoved them in his pockets. Truthfully, he hadn’t been calm since he’d gotten the hysterical phone call from Debbie telling him that Elijah had been attacked on set. Filming had been suspended indefinitely and Dom didn’t even want to think about what was to come legally. Right now, he just wanted to focus on Elijah and his health.
When he got back up to Elijah’s floor, Hannah was standing in the doorway of Elijah’s room. Inside Dom could see Debbie speaking with the doctor. Elijah sat on the bed listening. He was dressed in the pajamas Dom brought.
“He’s almost ready to go,” Hannah supplied. “Mom got his paperwork filled out and the doctor’s just going over some last minute instructions.”
“Mmm,” Dom murmured in reply.
“He’ll be okay, Dom,” Hannah said, placing her hand on his arm.
“He doesn’t want me here anymore, Hannah.”
“Why would you think that? Why would you say that? He loves you. He needs you now more than ever.”
“Then why did he ask for you to help him get dressed instead of me?”
“Dom, you’re being petty. I haven’t talked to him since he woke up, remember? I’m sure he just wanted to know that I was here. It had nothing to do with you.”
“Of course,” Dom huffed.
“Seriously—what the hell is your problem all of a sudden? Elijah is my brother. How would you feel if it was Matt in there?”
“How would you feel if it was your boyfriend in there?”
“The same as I do now. So quit acting like a cunt. We’re all upset.”
The doctor exiting the room cut off Dom’s reply. Debbie followed with Elijah clutching her arm like his last lifeline. Dom could see that the bandages over his eyes had been changed. Debbie handed Hannah a bag of supplies, presumably more bandages.
“Elijah, do you need—”
But Elijah cut him off. “My mom’s got me, Dom.”
Dom clenched his teeth and made a noise of affirmation. He resisted the strong urge to give Hannah a pointed look and followed Elijah and his family out of the hospital.
TBC
Author:
moitPairing: Domlijah
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPF
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama
Warnings: Slash, violence
Summary: After a horrific accident, Elijah is blinded. Dom is left to pick up the pieces of their broken life.
Word Count: 1701
How it happened was anyone’s guess. Why wasn’t anyone paying attention? An even better question was: How did the guy get past security?
It all happened so fast. A flick of the wrist and Elijah was clutching his face screaming bloody murder. There wasn’t any blood, but the on-set medics had to sedate him until the ambulance showed up because nobody knew what else to do. By some miracle, the medics at least knew not to put water on the burns. By some other miracle, the culprit just stood idly by while Security took him into custody.
Elijah spent two days in a drug-induced coma before the doctors would allow him to sleep normally. And that was after a 12-hour surgery. Debbie and Hannah were by Elijah’s bedside for as long as visiting hours would allow. He woke up the following day while Hannah was getting coffee.
“Elijah, honey, it’s Mom. Can you hear me?”
“Mom?” Elijah said, his tone sounding slightly panicked. “I . . . I can’t see you.”
Debbie took his hand, cradling it in both of her own. “Elijah, honey, you’re going to be okay—”
“Goddammit, Mom! Don’t lie to me! What’s wrong?”
“Elijah,” Debbie lowered her voice. “They’ll sedate you if you become irate, so I need you to just relax and listen to me. Can you do that, baby?”
Elijah was quiet for a moment. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Mom. Just tell me.”
“The doctors say . . . Elijah, you’re not going to see again. You’ve been declared irreversibly blind.”
Elijah was silent. He rolled over away from Debbie towards the wall. “Mom, can you leave me alone for a little while?”
“Elijah, Dom—”
“Please, Mom!”
Elijah’s tone was both serious and sad. Debbie patted his shoulder gently and walked out of the room.
As luck would have it, she ran into both Hannah and Dom in the hall.
“How is he?” Dom asked anxiously.
“He’s awake . . .” Debbie started, and Dom tried to move around her to get to Elijah’s room. “Dominic, he needs some time, honey. Why don’t you come with us back to the house and get some rest. You’ve had a long flight and I’m sure you’re exhausted. We’ll go home and have some dinner . . . get some rest and come back in the morning.”
Dom was crestfallen, but he had no other choice. He followed Debbie out to the car, taking Hannah’s hand for a modicum of support.
“How was your flight?” Hannah asked softly.
“Hell,” Dom replied. “After I got the call from your mom, I got the first available flight out of London, but between the flight to New York and then to LAX and customs . . . and of course worrying about Elijah, I haven’t exactly been a very happy camper.”
“Mom and I have been just out of our minds. I don’t think Mom actually slept until they took Elijah off enough of the drugs to let him sleep normally. He,” Hannah paused, turning her head to wipe her eyes. “He’s blind, Dom.”
“I know,” Dom replied, releasing Hannah’s hand to put an arm around her shoulders. “But he’s still Elijah. Nothing is going to change that.”
When they got back to the house, Dom insisted on making dinner.
“I’m still wound up from my trip. Please, just let me,” he said.
But after everything was cleaned up, Dom retired. He collapsed face-first on the bed in the guesthouse, inhaling the scent of Elijah as tears stung his eyes. Despite his grief, he was asleep in minutes.
The next morning, Dom was up with the sun. He had coffee ready in the main house when Hannah and Debbie came down. He even offered to drive them all back to the hospital. Anything to keep his mind off the impending reunion with his boyfriend.
The nurse was leaving Elijah’s room as the arrived. She touched Dom’s gently. “He was asking for you.”
Dom glanced at Hannah and Debbie, who urged him to go in alone. Taking a deep breath, Dom walked softly into the room, though his footfalls were loud on the hard floor.
“Hello?” Elijah called out. “Who’s there?”
He looked so small and scared to Dom’s eyes. The hospital blankets were sterile white and the gown Elijah wore was hospital-issue. In his hand, Dom clutched Elijah’s favourite pair of pajamas. Elijah was hooked to an IV. Gauze pads, tape, and what looked like clear plastic half-circles, presumably to keep him from rubbing or otherwise jarring his wounded eyes.
“Dom,” he said, but his voice sounded small and hoarse to his own ears. He cleared his throat and repeated, “It’s Dom.”
“Dom?” Elijah said, turning his face to Dom’s voice. He held out a hand searchingly.
Dom crossed the room and set the pajamas down took Elijah’s hand. He raised it to his lips and placed a kiss on the knuckles. “I’m here.”
“I can’t see you, Dom,” Elijah said, his voice breaking. “I—I can’t cry, either. But I want to. I really want to right now.”
“Don’t cry, baby. It’s me. I’m here.” Dom placed Elijah’s palm against his cheek. He knew it was the only way Elijah would be able to “see” him and he wanted to offer as much comfort as he could.
Elijah’s hand fumbled over the contours of Dom’s face, remembering the lines of his nose and cheekbones and the bristle of his beard and eyebrows. His fingertips traced over Dom’s lips and stilled.
“They said I could go home as soon as I was ready. They’re going to give me plenty of dope and require that I come in for regular check-ups. But for the most part, it’s just re-learning how to take care of myself without my sight.” His voice held contempt, but Dom couldn’t really make out his expression with the bandages covering half of his face.
“Well, then let’s get you checked out. We can take care of you, your mom Hannah and I. It’s not going to be—”
“It’s not going to be the same, Dominic!” he shouted, snatching his hand away from Dom’s mouth.
Dom remained silent. He’d known this was coming, and it was better that Elijah express his emotions rather than keep them bottled up.
“I don’t want to have to rely on you guys forever. I need my independence.”
“So we’ll get you a seeing-eye dog,” Dom said with a shrug. “Doodle, what ever you need we’ll work it out.”
Elijah opened his mouth and then closed it with a snap. “Can you start the paperwork to get me out of here, then? I’m awake and more than ready to go home.”
“All right. I’ll go get your mom so she can start filling out paperwork. More than likely the doctor will want to see you again before you go. Do you want me to come back?”
“Actually, could you send Hannah in?”
“Of course,” Dom replied, trying not to feel resentful or let the frustration creep into his voice. “I, uh, I brought your pajamas, too. I wasn’t sure how long you’d be here, but I guess you can wear them out instead of sleeping in them. Do you want me to help you put them on . . .”
“No.” Elijah’s reply was sharp and clipped. “Just send Hannah in. Leave the pajamas.”
Dom turned and strode out of the room before the tears could escape. He didn’t want Elijah to see—hear, he reminded himself—him cry.
“Dom?” Debbie asked, standing up.
But Dom just shook his head. “Hannah, Elijah wants you. He’s ready to go home, Debbie, if you can find a nurse to start filling out his discharge paperwork. I need some fresh air.”
Dom stepped out of the hospital’s revolving door, taking great gulps of the Los Angeles air. It wasn’t known for its cleanliness, but it was a hell of a lot better than the stuffy hospital. He noticed his hands were shaking and shoved them in his pockets. Truthfully, he hadn’t been calm since he’d gotten the hysterical phone call from Debbie telling him that Elijah had been attacked on set. Filming had been suspended indefinitely and Dom didn’t even want to think about what was to come legally. Right now, he just wanted to focus on Elijah and his health.
When he got back up to Elijah’s floor, Hannah was standing in the doorway of Elijah’s room. Inside Dom could see Debbie speaking with the doctor. Elijah sat on the bed listening. He was dressed in the pajamas Dom brought.
“He’s almost ready to go,” Hannah supplied. “Mom got his paperwork filled out and the doctor’s just going over some last minute instructions.”
“Mmm,” Dom murmured in reply.
“He’ll be okay, Dom,” Hannah said, placing her hand on his arm.
“He doesn’t want me here anymore, Hannah.”
“Why would you think that? Why would you say that? He loves you. He needs you now more than ever.”
“Then why did he ask for you to help him get dressed instead of me?”
“Dom, you’re being petty. I haven’t talked to him since he woke up, remember? I’m sure he just wanted to know that I was here. It had nothing to do with you.”
“Of course,” Dom huffed.
“Seriously—what the hell is your problem all of a sudden? Elijah is my brother. How would you feel if it was Matt in there?”
“How would you feel if it was your boyfriend in there?”
“The same as I do now. So quit acting like a cunt. We’re all upset.”
The doctor exiting the room cut off Dom’s reply. Debbie followed with Elijah clutching her arm like his last lifeline. Dom could see that the bandages over his eyes had been changed. Debbie handed Hannah a bag of supplies, presumably more bandages.
“Elijah, do you need—”
But Elijah cut him off. “My mom’s got me, Dom.”
Dom clenched his teeth and made a noise of affirmation. He resisted the strong urge to give Hannah a pointed look and followed Elijah and his family out of the hospital.
TBC