29
Viggo gets his way about lessening the medications.
The sunlight touches his profile like a painter, instructing his model.
He laughs at Orlando's general silliness.
His laughter is a little mental.
He quotes philosophers.
He always does it with a smile in his eyes.
He asks about the Delishoons and what they did last night.

There are so many levels on which Orlando finds his beauty.

30
Orlando can't stop composing poems in his head, but they're all bad. He wants to write them down anyway. Someday, Viggo will buy him a laptop, to type them all up – why is typing up and writing down? He'll hold it in his lap, where a laptop should be held, and do the typing in an intimate crouching position over the damn thing. In the meantime, he doesn't dare tell the man about it.

31
Orlando's thinking back to his 30th birthday when, in front of family and friends, Viggo gave him a laptop.

Orlando can't remember if this is a memory or a fantasy, but he likes the thought so he keeps rolling it back and forth in his mind.

Viggo gave him a laptop.
Laptop a him gave Viggo.

32
Chris nods when he tells her about mixing up words.
"It's still the medication, Orlando. Yes, even though they've lessened the dosage. Don't worry about it." But she does, he can tell. He wants to ask, how does that fit in with what he overheard the other day, when she was telling another nurse, Mary, that Viggo is obviously doing wonders for the bloke in room 7a.

He doesn't.
Instead, he tells her of the book they're going to read today, between the massage and the exercise.

33
When he falls asleep naturally, when he's off the drugs and isn't thinking about things that may be, he dreams of sheep that have blue eyes and an American accent, hopping over his bed.

34
"There's a girl in room 22c," Viggo says. "I'm her caretaker too. She's been beaten up pretty badly. It's sick, you know. She's 14 years old and has to learn how to use her right arm again. And you will never believe why. Because she's black. A few neo-Nazi punks cornered her up some alley. I bet they're not much older than her."

He sighs. "Maybe they don't even get what they did. But I have to tell you, sometimes I don't understand the way things work in this world."

Orlando loves Viggo.
This moment is the culmination of every second, up until now, when he did and didn't know it yet.

He nods and adds, "When you think about it, between her and me? We'd make one whole person."

35
When he looks down at the centre's yard, he remembers there's a roof over his head, like the roof he fell from. When he walked on that one, he thought he could fly. When they were running with his stretcher down the hospital corridors, he thought he was flying.

When he was falling to the ground - - -

But when Viggo looks at him a second too long, he dares to think of flying again.

To be continued...