(![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
said-to-heart.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
monaboyd May. 16th, 2007 12:34 am)
said-to-heart.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd May. 16th, 2007 12:34 am)Title: Life is a foreign Language
Author: Said_To_Heart
Author: Said_To_Heart
Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: PG13
Feedback: Would be fantastic. First time I’ve ever written Dom/Billy.
Disclaimer: This is not an accurate representation of character. This is a written piece of fiction that holds no relevance in real life. All mistakes are my own.
Summary: It is not common practice, to fall for the person who runs you over with their car. AU. CouncilEstate!Billy Homeless!Dom
Chapter Two
A bare minute passed between the accident and Billy flying out of the car and into action, calling the ambulance, and just doing some general flapping and panicking before settling next to the man, and trying to offer as much comfort and remorse as humanly possible.
It felt like an age though, that minute. Sitting there wondering if you had ended some body’s life. He was going four miles over the speed limit; it had never mattered before, but now. . . Billy gathered all the will force he had, and pried his fingers from the wheel, his hands immediately started shaking uncontrollably.
Nothing could prepare him for the sight of the crumpled form before him. It looked so small, fragile. Billy was overcome with a sense of utter wretchedness and fumbled for his phone, numbly dialling 999. The dull ringing ended and Billy mechanically answered.
‘How can I help you?’
‘There’s been an accident, I hit someone with my car, I . . . I didn’t mean to, it’s just that suddenly he was there, and I tried to brake but . . .’
‘Where are you sir?’
‘Uh, Willow End, next to the Black Lion.’
‘Have you checked for a pulse?’
‘Ah, no… Sorry. Hang on.’
‘It’s there, slow but steady.’
‘And his breathing’
‘It’s good I think. No problems’
‘That’s good. I want you to stay by him. Don’t try to move him. If he wakes, reassure him the ambulance will be there in just over five minutes.’
Thank you.’
Just over five minutes wasn’t long really, but time stretched. He knelt next to the man and took in his appearance, he was blonde, his height was impossible to tell, he was a little dirty and had a Nike Duffle Bag with him.
He looked homeless.
Billy frowned as he noticed further details, the bags under the man’s eyes, and the flickering movements beneath his lids.
Looking over to the duffle bad again, he noticed the name ‘Dominic Monaghan’ scrawled across the top. He had nearly killed one ‘Dominic Monaghan’. Dominic. . . Dom.
A small moan came from Dominic Monaghan, and Billy was instantly kneeling over him mumbling alarmed comfort.
‘You’regoingtobeokay.IswearIdidn’tmeanto.Theambulanceisontheway.Trynottomove.You’llbefine.Iswear, you’llbefine.’
Dom’s eyes fluttered open, and for a few seconds they stared directly into Billy’s own. They were blue, cerulean.
Sitting next to Dom for an age, the road dry but bitingly cold Billy absently stroked his hair as a mother would a child. He felt a rush of relief when he heard a faint wailing in the background, help had finally come.
The ambulance skidded towards them; paramedics surrounded Dom and started speaking so quickly Billy couldn’t follow. He vaguely remembered telling them Dom’s name. His attention was soon taken by the police man who had followed.
‘Hello Sir, could you tell me your name please?’
‘Hmm, sorry, what?’
‘Your name, I know this is hard but there is a routine procedure we have to do.’ The officer smiled kindly.
‘Billy Boyd.’
‘. . . and can you tell me what happened?’
‘I was driving’ Billy chanced a glance at the man ‘ I was going at thirty four miles per hour. I was late for work.’ Billy paled and the officer told him to take a few deep calming breaths.
‘He came out of nowhere, dashed out into the road, I braked but I was too close, and I. . .’
‘It’s okay. You were within the speed limit and it was clearly an accident.’
Billy looked confused. ‘The speed limit’s thirty.’
‘It was changed to thirty-five a few months back. I see someone’s made off with the sign. Typical.’
Billy looked over to the group of paramedics in time to see them lift Dom’s stretcher into the ambulance. He had become attached to this man, he knew it was through his own gut wrenching guilt, but he couldn’t leave him now.
‘Excuse me! Can I follow? To make sure he’s okay?’
The male paramedic looked over. ‘Of course Mr Boyd. Follow us.’
Billy nodded and climbed back into the car after glancing at the police officer, who also had to follow to see things through.
The ride to the hospital was nerve wracking; he followed the ambulance closely with the police car on his tail. The five minutes drive to the hospital seemed ten times faster than the drive from. It wasn’t long before Billy was parking his car and rushing inside.
******
He followed the trolley into casualty, but then was told to wait. Dom was being taken to be x-rayed, and then would be taken straight to surgery if it was needed, otherwise to ICU where they would do his best to fix him.
Billy was sent to a waiting room with Dom’s bag and was told where the tea and coffee machine was.
He sat, on the uncomfortable settee for half an hour, fidgeting and picking at the threads on the worn material. He jumped a mile when his phone began buzzing in his pocket, he was eternally grateful that it was on silent so swiftly turned it off and went to find a payphone to call Viggo from.
Standing in a corridor, with a bag at his feet, Billy vainly tried to explain himself to Viggo, and when that was done, repeat the process with Elijah.
‘You hit him!’
‘I-‘
‘With your CAR!?!’
‘Yes. I, oh God. It was an accident.’
‘Is he okay?’
‘I dinna ken. I’m waiting to find out’
‘Are you going to be arrested?’ Elijah’s voice went quiet at this point.
‘No,’ Billy managed after a deep sigh. ‘A girl phoned into the police station when it happened, she confirmed that Dom ran in front.’
‘Who’s Dom?’
‘Who do you think Dom is? He’s the person I hit.’
‘With your car.’
Billy’s eye began to twitch.
‘Yes!’
‘. . . oh.’
Billy was interrupted by a young nurse telling him that Mr Monaghan had two broken
legs and three broken ribs, but other than that he was fine. In his right leg he had fractured his femur, that would take six weeks to heal, and then he should be able to put weight on it, in his left he had shattered his fibula and that would take eight weeks. His ribs would take about twelve weeks to mend.
Billy nodded along and asked his questions with his hand over the phone, fully aware that Elijah was screaming down the other side
Giving his thanks, he went back to his call.
‘What was that you ponce?!’
‘Both of his legs are broken, and so are three of his ribs.’
‘Oh, good.’
‘What?!’
‘I meant good that it wasn’t worse.’
‘Oh, yeah.’
‘You okay?’
‘Yeah, I suppose. This is all so, shocking yeh know.’
‘I, not really. Look Bills, I hafta get back to work, to cover for you. Call me if you need me yeah?’
‘Yeah, sure Lij.’
‘Promise me Boyd’
‘I promise! Now get back to work yeh wee prat.’
‘Bye Billy!’
‘. . . bye’
Sighing, Billy made his way back to the waiting room. This time he looked around a bit. It was painted a light green, calming he supposed. The chairs were blue and well used, and the settee was a dark green and fairly ancient, he glanced at the clock 9:25.
He went back to sit on the settee. There was another man there now. He was tall, and good looking, but Billy was in no real state to notice that. What Billy did notice however, was that this man wanted to talk. To him.
‘Hey, I’m Karl Urban.’
Billy looked at him and grumbled ‘Billy Boyd’
‘My mate’s in here. He’s an accountant. Having an operation. Appendicitis. You waiting for a friend?’
The man had obviously never heard of full sentences.
‘Uh, yeah.’
Karl went quiet.
Billy felt bad.
******
Ten minutes later, he had heard two different stories about Karl’s accountant friend and Karl’s accountant friend’s neighbour, who was also an accountant.
‘Well he had no work to do right? And he had to get payback, so he bought this garden gnome making kit! You see, his neighbour, Barry, had this bloody perfect garden, his pride and joy, and their houses were right on a main road. So what he did was to put out a gnome every night. Then two every night, then three. A few weeks passed and Barry was going fuckin’ scatty. He had called the police, but they hardly thought it important – I mean’ he put a false voice on ‘Officer! Someone keeps putting Garden Gnomes in my garden!’
By this point Karl was laughing through the story.
‘So this continued, and his neighbour kept trying to catch him, until one night, he filled the whole garden!’
Through hysterical laughter, Karl managed to choke out ‘There were forty three of the things!’
Billy’s sides were aching and he could barely breath. His cheeks were flushed pink. It was at this point that the nurse from before reappeared and offered to take him to Dom. Billy instantly sobered. He wished Karl good luck for his mate and followed the nurse, bag in tow.
******
The corridors were long and winding, and busy. The nurse lead him through a large door, and after that he had to wash his hands, or use the hand steriliser.
Butterflies were running havoc through his body, and he felt as if he were about to vomit. What exactly do you say to the person you hit with your car?
‘Oi! You scratched my paintwork?!’
Finally he was lead into the ward. Someone he recognised as a cleaner, more conscious Dominic Monaghan lay on the furthest bed from the door on the right side. The room was painted a pleasant yellow.
He walked up and garbled ‘Here’s your bag.’
‘Thanks’ Dom spoke. His voice was a bit scratchy, as if it hadn’t been used in a while, or as if he had just woken up, which Billy figured, he had.
‘How long do you have to be in here for?’
‘I can leave today.’
‘Where are you going to go?’ Billy wondered if his suspicions about Dom being homeless were founded.
‘To a friends.’ Dom sounded uncomfortable with the interrogation. Billy didn’t blame him and stopped, ashamed of his lack of control.
Dom’s insides froze when this ‘Billy’ asked him where he was going. God! What was he going to do? It was now winter, he had nowhere to go, and now both of his legs were broken! Could life get any worse? Really!? This was a disaster.
He looked at the driver, a blush decorated his cheeks. Dom’s mind was still a bit fuzzy due to the morphine, and he couldn’t help noticing the strangest things. The curtains were wonky; his nurse had a coffee stain on her sleeve, Billy Boyd had a marvellous filtrum.
It was Dom’s turn to blush, as the Scottish mouth.
‘I can give you a lift if yeh like. To yer friends house. I swear I’m a good driver really.’
Dom couldn’t refuse, that’d be rude and look suspicious. He just figured he’d get Billy to drop him off outside a house. It’ll be fine.
After being wheeled to the blue Vauxhall Astra that had hit him, his wheel chair was folded and put into the boot, and he was helped into the back seats, where he had plenty of room. He gave Billy a random street and they set off.
Dom stopped Billy outside a random house on Larch Close. After getting Dom into the wheelchair Billy went to go knock on the front door.
‘No, stop!’
Billy turned confused. He thought he’d been wrong about his earlier thoughts but now.
‘This isn’t your friend’s house is it?’ Billy asked, eyes narrowed.
Dom gulped slightly. ‘No.’
‘Do you have somewhere to go.’
Dom fidgeted.
‘Dom.’ Billy said his name without thinking, after spending hours referring to him as ‘Dom’ in his head. It just seemed natural.
‘No’ He whispered, ashamed. Unsure of what was to happen next.
Billy sighed, ‘Come on then’
‘Where?’ Dom cried, incredulous and slightly alarmed.
‘To my place. I can’t just leave you here.’
‘I don’t need your charity!’ Dom bit out, his infamous temper flaring.
‘You can’t stay out here!’
‘Yes I can!’
‘No! You can’t!’
‘And why not?!’
‘Because, I broke your legs!!’ Billy cried out disbelieving.
Dom went quiet.
‘I don’t need your help.’
‘Well I need to help you. Please come home with me? I have to know your safe.’
Dom looked halting.
‘Please?’ Billy whispered. He really didn’t know why he was pleading for a stranger to come home with him, but he couldn’t leave Dom here. He just couldn’t.
‘Okay.’ It was agreed.
******
… Wait until they get to Billy’s third story flat . . . which has no lift. Boohoohoohahahaha!!
Comment? Please?
Previous chapters are in my Journal
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
'So how did you guys meet?'
'Hit him with my car'
'Ploughed me over he did.'
'Broke both of his legs . . . '
'And my ribs!'
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject