DISCLAIMER:I do not own, or have anything to do with Orlando Bloom, Elijah Wood, or anyone/anything associated with them. I also do not own Matchbox Twenty. Somara, Raina, and their parents belong to me.
*summary: Uses the song "Bright Lights" by Matchbox 20. When tragedy strikes down an acting prodigy by the name of Raina Johnson, can her sister, Somara - along with Orlando's help - pull everything back together in time to save the film Raina was working on...and herself?
FOUR
...maybe, maybe, maybe
you'll find something
that's enough to keep you...
I awoke the next morning to a sensation of warmth that I hadn't ever felt. A fire burned at my right thigh, and travelled the length of my leg, all the way up to where it met an equally scorching heat that went all the way around my waist. I blinked a couple times, and shifted to find my left leg numb and something caressing my right leg in tiny circles. Or should I say...someONE. I closed my eyes again, let my head fall back, and it came to rest on a shoulder. I opened my eyes to see Orlando smiling at me. He kissed my forehead and I smiled.
"Mornin' luv," He drawled sleepily. "Sleep well?"
I grinned. "Yeah, I guess I did," I ventured a glance over at Raina to find her still sound asleep. "But that's definitely a buzzkill."
Orli followed my eyes to a sleeping Raina. "She's fine luv. She was awake earlier...not for too long, though. Took one look at us, smiled, and was out like a light 'gain."
I whirled around. "Why didn't you wake me up, Orli? You should've told me!"
He shrugged. "You were sleeping...I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful luv...and Raina...she didn't look like she'd be good conversation..."
I paled. "She's dying, Orli. I can't escape it. She can't escape it...she knows she's dying. Damnit all, I'm losing my best friend..." Orlando pulled me closer, and held me tightly to him.
"Don't talk like that, Somara. You're not losing your best friend, you're gaining an angel," his voice whispered in my ear. I smiled. I would be gaining an angel. I glanced over at Raina and smiled; despite our situation, I still loved my sister more than I had ever loved her, and I knew that I would never forget her. No matter what, she would always be in my heart, in my soul, and on my mind. I closed my eyes once more and let Orlando hum me to sleep...
*
Two weeks passed, and Raina worsened. She hardly woke from her slumber, and when she did it was only for five minute intervals. Speech took energy out of her that she didn't have, and the pain she felt increased to the point that she was kept high on morphine. I cried myself to sleep every night, and Orlando held me as I did so. My sister was dying...on the verge of death and I was helpless to stop it. I had promised her when we were children one night that I would protect her from everything that would do her harm....and I had failed. Raina didn't seem to care, but I did.
I had called the publishing company and told them, in tears, of my sister's illness and they had given me as long as I needed to get back into the swing of things. Elena, my agent, was extremely sympathetic and called me every night to reassure and console me. Despite her best efforts, I began to grow depressed and withdrawn. Even my home felt cold and unwelcome...
Each night I bade Orlando to stay by my side, and he did. He pulled me close to him each night, and sang to me songs in Elvish he had learned during his time filming The Lord of the Rings. I didn't mind it...they were beautiful melodies, and the British twist to his voice made them even more soothing. I fell asleep in moments of the first line, and I was sure that he sang on into the night to me until he grew too tired to sing anymore.
In the middle of one such night, I was awakened by my telephone. Orlando reached over me quickly and picked up the receiver.
" 'Lo?" He mumbled into the phone, his accent making me smile. "Yea...bugger me....all right. we're on the way," Orli slammed the phone into the cradle causing me to jump. My eyes grew wide and I looked up at him, a tear finding its way out of the corner of his eye.
"Orli?" My voice cracked and wavered. Panic laced through me, and I feared that my life was about to take a drastic turn for the worst.
"We've gotta go, love." Orli replied, gripping my shoulders. "It's Raina."
I felt my shoulders sink and knew almost immediately that she was dying. Orli and I simultaneously leapt from the bed and dressed. Orlando was finished first, and he woke Elijah. In a short while, Orlando took my keys and drove us all to the hospital. I prayed the whole way that she wouldn't be too far gone...but in the back of my mind I knew I was hoping for too much.
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