"Viggo."
Ian stood up, making sure that he was standing between Sean and the other man. At Viggo's apperance Sean seemed to curl back in on himself, not looking at either of them.
"I want you to leave. Right now."
Calm blue eyes were looking at him. "You'll never get him to the hospital on your own." The voice was emotionless, flat. Something that Ian found ever more unsettling than the usual malice and spite. One last look and he relented.
"Ok. I'll... I'll get the car." Walking backwards for a bit, he watched Viggo crouch next to Sean, reaching out his hand. The hand, fair skin seeming too pale in the lack of light, was trembling. A frown settled on Ian's face, then the view was gone as he reached the door.
"There you are, Ian!" A voice nearly scared him to death. He whirled around to see Billy look expectantly up at him. "I've been looking for you."
Before Ian could form an answer, there was movement behind him. He turned again, finding Viggo carrying Sean, the shadows providing a flittering mask for his face.
"He passed out. Where's the car?"
"What the fuck did you do?!" Billy's voice cut through Ian's sudden detachment. The young Scot was climbing the stairs two steps at the time. "What did you do to him?"
"Wait!" This time it was Ian. Feeling like a spectator, not really involved in the whole scenario, he kept his calm. "We need a car, Bill. Sean is bleeding badly, we have to get him to a hospital."
Viggo's face was still shadowed, keeping him from seeing the dark man's face properly. Billy was still looking angry, but the look softened into worry as his gaze dropped to Sean instead of fixing on Viggo.
"Oh..." He was backing down the stairs, one hand on the railing. "Wait here. I'll bring the car around." He took off, leaving Viggo and Ian standing side by side.
A few seconds of silence went by before Ian softly intoned: "How is he?" There weren't any answers forthcoming, so Ian tried again. "What did you do?" he echoed Billy's question.
"Something I shouldn't have."
The headlights of a car sliced into the darkness, the metallic blue car pulling up to a stop next to them. Viggo got in the back, wordlessly letting Ian help him settle Sean in his lap. Then Ian closed the door, leaving the two men alone in the backseat as he moved up front to take the seat next to Billy. The drive went by in silence.
The waiting room was as all other rooms of the kind as Ian had ever been to. Dimmed lighting to fit with the approaching night, dulcet tone of colour and uncomfortable chairs. Over the only couch a large painting hung, pallettes of colours twining into each others, meeting and forming all new colours all together. Staring at it intently Ian nearly reeled back as the colours seemed to move, slithering off the canvas as snakes. Blinking rapidly he took a deep breath, eyes sweeping over the opposite wall instead. Next to him Viggo was sitting motionlessly. Billy was pacing the linoleum floor.
"This is all your fault."
The statement which Ian knew was coming at some time, was actually quite welcome. Like lancing an infected wound, it let some of the bad feelings leak out. Viggo didn't acknowledge Billy's voice, just kept staring at his hands. As the blood dried it had become a sort of red-brown hue. The stains on his T-shirt were still red, the cotton preserving the blood smears.
"Christ, Viggo, you're not going to be satisfied before you kill him, are you?"
Viggo was still contemplating his hands, flexing his fingers before curling his hands into fists again. When he spoke, it was nearly too low to be heard.
"He put his hand through the glass door. Why did he do that?"
Billy had resumed pacing, still too wound up to really hear what Viggo had muttered. Thinking the few words through, Ian didn't look at Viggo when answering.
"I don't know... Sometimes we do stupid things when we're scared, worried or angry... Was he angry, Viggo?"
This time Viggo nodded. "Yeah. He was angry with me. I've never seen him be like that before. I didn't like it. It's not supposed to be like that."
"I don't think Sean wants it to be like this either," Ian replied. "What happened, Viggo? Why was Sean mad at you?"
"I did a bad thing."
The soft remark sent a chill creeping down Ian's back. The sudden sound of a door opening made him jump. They all looked up to find a doctor aiming for them. Billy immediately rushed towards him. Viggo remained seated, by Ian knew the younger man wouldn't miss a single word of what the physician was saying.
"Your friend was lucky he got here in time," the doctor said, taking the light glasses off. "And he was lucky not to have done more damage to his arm than what happened. Apart from the substantial blood loss, no mucles or tendons were damaged. We'll keep him here over night to replace some of the fluids lost and to keep an eye on him just in case."
Breathing a sigh of relief Ian leaned back. "Can we see him?" he heard Billy ask the doctor.
"Only one of you. He's still a bit out of it."
Curious over the lack of response from Viggo, Ian watched Billy disappear with the doctor. He had expected the darkhaired man to at least react to the doctor's words, but he remained silent, meekly allowing Billy to be the one to see Sean.
"You must be relieved that Sean will be alright again," Ian asked in the end. He didn't get an answer. The waiting room fell quiet again as Ian gave up, retreating back to his own thoughts.
The hospital room was bright and white. On his own now, Billy carefully inched towards the bed, almost afraid of what he'd find. A smile formed on his face as he spotted Sean, appearently sleeping and looking peaceful. Tiptoeing his way over Billy made his way into a chair and continued watching Sean's face. On the blond's right arm there was a heavy bandage, the left hand was equipped with a iv needle, connected to a bag of fluids slowly making its way into his system. A heart monitor was providing a steady background noise.
Reaching out his hand, Billy gently touched Sean's hair. Right now he was happy sitting here, knowing that his friend was going to be alright. He'd deal with what had to be done tomorrow. Things couldn't go on like this, they needed to do something. Unfortunelately he was no closer as to exactly what needed to be done than before.
A small sound turned his attention back to Sean. A slight frown drifted over the handsome features before green eyes slowly fluttered open. Feeling the grin on his face grow, Billy leaned forward to place himself on the other's field of vision. "Hey, sleepyhead."
Sean looked confused. "Where am I?" he weakly asked. Looking around, he answered his own question. "Hospital. Oh damn..."
"Damn indeed," Billy laconically agreed. He watched Sean close his eyes again, looking lost.
"Who brought me here? Last I remember..."
"You went to Ian's. He and I got you here after you passed out. Gave us all a fright, you did."
Sean's eyes opened again and found Billy's. "And...Viggo?"
Billy shook his head no to the hesitant question. Ignoring the stab of guilt as he saw the expression in Sean's eyes, he steeled himself. "We didn't see him." Telling himself that it was for the best, he watched Sean turn his face away, closing his eyes again.
"You must be tired," he added, placing his hand on Sean's for a second. "I'll stay until you fall asleep." He settled back in his chair, the beeping of the heart monitor and the faint sound of the calling system was his only answer.
Some point during the time Ian was waiting for Billy to return, Viggo got to his feet. "I need some air," he said over his shoulder. "You take the car back. I...don't know when I'll be back."
"Ok," Ian replied, not sure if Viggo did hear him at all. The younger man left, leaving Ian on his own. Billy looked like he wanted to ask several questions coming back and finding Viggo gone, but Ian held up his hand. "Don't. I don't know what's going on inside that head of his more than you do."
"Besides that it must be a scary place to be?" Bily quipped. "No, I'm sorry. To tell you the truth I'm just happy that I don't have to deal with him right now. Seeing Sean like that was bad enough."
"Yeah, I know. How's Sean doing?"
"Still pretty groggy, I guess. He asked for Viggo. I told him I hadn't seen him."
That got Ian's attention. "You did what, Billy?"
He got a shrug in response. "Viggo left, Ian. What's the difference?" Billy looked thoughtful. "Wonder what it was with the Mortensen zombie routine he had going. If I didn't know better I'd say he was worried about Sean."
"I think he was, actually." Ian surprised himself just as much as Billy. "I think he was just as shocked over what happened as we were. He started seeing Sean in a little different light tonight. It spooked him."
Billy wasn't convinced. "Guys like him don't change, Ian. Remember, we don't know what happened yet. Yeah, I know, Viggo said Sean put his hand through a glass door. I'm thinking maybe he had some help."
I did a bad thing. Viggo's words came back to haunt Ian. "I hope not, Billy. But I guess only Sean has the answer to that. And he is not going to be wanting to tell us."
"True." Billy looked uncomfortable. "You wanna go home? We'll come back to get Sean when he's released in the morning."
Ian got out of his chair, his body reminding him that he wasn't a young man anymore and that not even young men's bodies liked to be sitting in those kind of chairs for any lenghty period of time. "Probably the wisest thing to do. Viggo said we'd take the car back."
Billy had a look that clearly told Ian that the younger man couldn't care less about Viggo's means of transportation back to the set. "Yeah. You driving or am I?"
Some time later Ian was opening the door to his own house. Still thinking about what had happened earlier that night he didn't see the person sitting on the couch before he hear a voice say his name.
"Good evening, Ian."
"You trying to scare me to death now, Pete? Because, you know, that really wouldn't benefit your movie."
Peter smiled. "I'm sorry. I came to discuss a matter concerning the script we're using tomorrow with you... And then..." He made a gesture with his arm to the room around them and only then did Ian remember blood stains on the floor.
"Then I saw this." Peter's smile was still there, but not reaching his eyes. "You care to tell me what happened?"