Chapter Nine - Home Away From Home

"Mr McKellen?" the blue gowned doctor came up to the small, raggedly group of men huddling on the chairs in the waiting room.

"Yes," Ian stood up to meet the doctor halfway. They shook hands then the doctor drew Ian away. The rest of the fellowship plus Robbie watched as the doctor seemed to talk quietly to Ian who just stared at him with disbelieving eyes. After they had finished, Ian came back.

"Only Robbie and me are allowed to visit her. She is off the life support machine as far as I have gathered from the medical mumbo jumbo the doctor just told me. If she makes it through the night, she'll be fine," Ian breathed a sigh of relief and the Hobbits as well as Orlando stood up to group hug Ian and Robbie.

"Do you need anything?" Elijah asked as he lurched to his feet groggily.

"We are fine," Ian said and squeezed the younger man's shoulder. "I guess you all should get some rest and I will let you know when Megan wakes up."

All of them except for Orli agreed with that. He held Ian back and waited till the others had already advanced in the corridor.

"Can I stay?" he asked, trying to avert his gaze from the inquisitive blue eyes of the older man.

Ian smiled tiredly at that. "Sure, Orlando, but I don't know if they will allow you into her room, but I think of something," he said.

"Thanks," Orli said with a crooked grin. After he had said good bye to his friends, Orlando sat in the waiting room again. Robbie and Ian were in Megan's room and all he could do was fiddling his thumbs. He had just settled more or less comfortably on the plastic seat when a doctor approached him.

"Mr. Bloom?" he asked as Orli sat up straight and nodded tiredly. "Mr McKellen told me you were Miss Schofield's fiance, she is stable enough to have her family around."

Orli creased his brow, "I'm not ..." he started but then nodded. "Thank you, I would like to stay with her."

After the doctor had led him to the room, Orli entered quietly. Robbie was sleeping in one of the chairs while Ian sat at the bed. When he heard someone coming in, the older actor raised his head and nodded.

"Grab a chair, Orli," he said.

"Thanks for telling them I was Meg's ... ummm fiance," Orli said a blush creeping into his cheeks.

Ian chuckled silently and winked at him. "They wouldn't let anyone in apart from family, so I told them you were her boy friend. I hope you don't mind? That waiting room looked quite uncomfortable."

"Thanks," Orlando said again and settled down on the other side of the bed, watching Megan who once again lay quietly on the bed.

Light was seeping in through the curtains that were only half-way drawn and Megan squinted against the sudden blare that invaded her eyes. With a soft groan she tried to raise her hands but she felt too tired to even attempt to lift them. It was silent apart from the more muted sounds of people rushing to and fro beyond the closed doors and when she turned her head slightly, she saw Ian slumped back in a chair, his head titled back and his mouth slightly open.

A smile crept tiredly over Megan's face and for a moment she closed her eyes. Her throat felt sore and dry and try as she might, she could not form any words. All that issued forth from her mouth was something that sounded like a cross between the mewling of a kitten and a growl.

Orlando who had been sitting on the other side of the bed with his eyes closed, started at the sound and weary eyes looked upon the woman in front of him.

"Megan?" he asked softly and when the woman turned her head at the sound of his voice, looked at him. Orlnado was grinning like a mad man and he came short of hugging her. Realizing she would not appreciate it, he stopped short and just squeezed her hand that he had taken earlier during the night.

"'ater?" Meg grimaced and tugged at her hand, licking her parched lips. Orlando was quick to understand and raising a cup with a straw to her lips, held it while she greedily drank.

"Thank you," Megan whispered after she had drank her fill and looked at Orli. She was surprised to see Orli there but somehow his presence gave her strength. "'at 'appened?" she inquired hoarsely, her voice a mere whisper.

"You were in an accident. A lorry crashed into the driver's side and you were rushed to hospital," Orli replied, leaning forward to rest his elbows beside her on the bed. "You were lucky."

"Don't feel like it ..." Meg replied and grimaced when pain shot up from her right leg. She gripped Orlando's hand till her knuckles turned white until the pain receded.

"Ssshhhh," Orli said, trying not to grimace from the death grip. Raising his other hand, he brushed some matted hair out of her face. "I get a doctor, okay? You just hang in there till they give you something against the pain."

"It's all right, Orli," Meg breathed after a while and relaxed her grip on his left hand. "I'll manage."

"You sure?" he asked and waited till Megan nodded.

"Yeah ... just give me a minute," she panted open mouthed for a few seconds before she focused her gaze on him again. "Why are you here?"

Orlando had dreaded the question but now was a good time as any to apologize. "I was at Ian's when we found out about the accident... I wanted ... wanted to apologize, Meg," he said, not meeting her gaze. Looking down at their still clasped fingers, he saw she was retrieving her hand from between his fingers and he sighed. He just hoped she would not get made at him and have a relapse.

Closing his eyes, he breathed out softly when she remained silent. "I don't know what came over me that night of the party, Megan. Of course you are not a slut and ... and ... I'm sorry."

Megan just watched him. Her first instinct had been to send him away but somehow she felt glad to see him. Slowly raising her left hand, she brushed with the back of her fingers against his temple and the stubbly side of his mohawk.

Orlando looked up when he felt the butterfly touch and looked down into brown-green eyes questioningly. For long moments they just gazed at each other, almost loosing themselves in each other's eyes. For a moment he had that mad urge to just bent down and kiss her lips, but something in her eyes made him stop.

"Truce?" Megan asked with a trembling voice, trying not to loose herself in the brown eyes of the young man. She felt dizzy and she had noticed the slight tilt forward. She was not sure if she could maintain her aloofness if Orli kissed her again. She could still feel his kisses that had driven her crazy only a week ago.

"Truce," Orli said softly and tilted his head forward to plant a soft kiss onto her cheek.

Four days later

'God, I am desperate for a fag,' Megan thought and eyed Annika the Hun, as she had dubbed the head nurse, with squinted eyes. It had been three days since she had woken up from her coma and she felt fine, bruised and sore but fine. Considering she had a severe concussion to the back of her head and that her right leg was broken, Megan had been lucky. The lorry had taken her head on, squashing the right side of the car into her softer body. But she had been incredibly lucky.

'Til now,' she thought. 'If I stay here any longer, Annika the Hun will finish the job.' Meg exhaled softly when the head nurse left her room. She whooped silently. 'At Last!'

With a grunt Megan sat up and worked on the pulley to lower her leg in the cast. Slowly she worked the lever down, ignoring the soft thud of the door as she concentrated on getting out of bed.

Orli stood mesmerized as he watched Megan. Only a few days ago he and the others had thought she was dying and now she was sitting up in bed, a deep frown on her forehead and her tongue sticking out between her lips as she tried to get out of bed. They had been shooting on the sound set for the Elrond council scenes and luckily Peter had decided to do the Hobbit's scenes, so he had a half day off and had decided to drive to the hospital. After Megan had woken up they had transferred her to a hospital near Wellington to give Robbie and Ian the chance to visit her regularly.

"Need a helping hand?" Orli asked and watched as Meg's head whipped around and suddenly all the colour leaving her face.

"Meg?" he inquired and crossed the distance between the door and her bed hurriedly. "What's wrong?"

Megan groaned and rubbed her temples. Her movement had sent her head spinning and for a moment she considered just submitting to the nausea and darkness that threatened.

"I'm fine," she bit out. "Jus' my head, I'm not supposed to move unexpectedly."

Putting the flowers he had brought onto the small table nearby he sat down beside her. "What were you up to when I came in?"

Giving him a dirty look, Megan started to work on her leg a bit more and managed to get it out of the pulley.

"What does it look like?" she asked and Orli blanched for a moment.

"Shall I call the nurse to help you to the bathroom?" he asked and frowned when Megan began to chuckle.

"Bloody hell, no!" Meg gasped and held her abused ribs. "I need a cigarette. Now be a good Elf and get me the wheel chair from the corner."

Orlando quickly moved to comply and with joined effort they got Megan into the wheel chair.

"So where do you want to go?" Orli asked and moved her slowly towards the door.

"Anywhere I can smoke without The Hun hunting me down," Meg breathed and clutched at the blanket that Orli had spread over her lap.

Moving conspicuously down the corridors they made it undetected to the small courtyard of the hospital. It had grown colder so after Orlando had wheeled her towards a bench he shrugged out of his sailor's jacket and draped it around her shoulders while he sat in a heavy Arran sweater on a bench.

Megan watched Orlando through the smoke of their cigarettes. She had been surprised to find him at her bed the second day she had woken up. She had been even more surprised when he had blurted out an apology to her. She couldn't be mad at him anymore and the last couple of days he had visited her and they had talked.

Meg frowned at that. 'Yes, we have talked, but always carefully avoiding the night we spent together,' she thought as she took a nice long drag. 'Better forgotten, I guess.' She looked up when Orli touched her hand.

"Huh?" she made when brown eyes looked at her inquisitively.

"I asked you if you are cold or in pain?"

"Ooh I'm fine, thanks," Meg replied and shot him a small smile. Looking down on her lap she noticed that Orli was still holding her hand, caressing her with his thumb. She squeezed his hand and for a moment it seemed that Orlando was embarrassed to have been caught and he retrieved his hand from her.

"So how long will you stay here?" he asked.

Meg shrugged. "The doctors said I was making a speedy recovery and I have to agree with them. But they won't let me out of the hospital if I want to return to the UK. Ian said he wants me around for as long as it takes but I need to return to university in four weeks and I just can't turn up there with my leg still in a cast," she watched him from the corner of her eyes. "Well, I guess I won't be as lucky as you, walking out of the hospital after only nine days."

Orli smirked and grinned. "I might have walked out on both my feet, but I needed over half a year till I really felt like myself again."

"I can imagine," Megan mused, remembering the day before last when he had told her about his own brush with death. "I still can't believe that I'm here ... when I woke up I thought I couldn't breathe."

"It was a pretty bad sight, Megan," Orli replied, stubbing out his cigarette on the gravel with his boot. "Ian ... we all thought you were dying."

"Dito, the doctors told me it is normal to fight against the tube, that's why they monitor the patients, but if I have a choice, I never want to experience that ever again."

"Me neither, Meg," Orli breathed and for a short moment their eyes met.

"Miss Schofield what are you doing here?" an angry voice demanded from behind and Megan flinched.

"Oh shucks," she whispered and tried to burrow herself deeper into the wheel chair. "Help me!"

Orli grinned and stood up to face the wrath of the head nurse. He at first had laughed at her description of the head nurse but over the past few days he had come to agree with her.

"Young man, you better have a good reason why you brought Miss Schofield out in the cold," Annika Teumaroa said and walked briskly toward them.

"Fresh air?" Orli tried and shot the nurse one of his too cute to be mad at him smiles which incidentally didn't work on Annika.

Ignoring the puppy look on the young man, Annika huffed. "Miss Schofield, didn't you listen to the doctor telling you not to smoke? You are still on medication to keep your arteries open, smoking isn't helping, you know."

"I know," Meg conceded lamely and rolled her eyes heavenwards when the nurse rolled her back towards the entrance of the hospital.

"You have a visitor, your uncle I believe," Nurse Teumaroa elaborated while Orli followed slowly. "And he also wants to talk to you, young man."

Orlando frowned at that but didn't say anything. In the corridor, the nurse left them and Orli pushed the chair again. They were laughing when they reached Meg's room.

"Now you two are in a chipper mood," Ian commented with a smile and came over, hugging his niece gently. "How are you my dear?"

"I'm fine, uncle Ian," Megan said and hugged the man close. "What a great surprise."

"I talked to your doctor," Ian started and his eyes were brimming with mirth. "And he told me you will be released in two days .." his voice trailed off when Megan, despite her headache, whooped loudly. "Under one condition, Meggie ..."

"What?"

"Under one condition, you will have to stay in New Zealand till you're properly healed and you need to move to an apartment or house where bathroom, door and bed room are on the same ground floor, with lots of moving space for your wheel chair."

Meg gaped at her uncle and after the initial shock had worn off she shook her head. "Ian, you know I can't stay!" she exclaimed. "My job ... I have to return to university in five weeks and I can't afford a ground floor apartment here."

Ian looked up to exchange a look with Orli who nodded. Megan who had noticed turned halfway around in her wheel chair and eyed Orli with a death glare.

"I knew you wouldn't come here just to make a friendly visit," she harumphed and eyed her uncle suspiciously. "I know I'm going to regret this, but I have to ask. What have you done?"

Two days later

Megan looked down at herself. Blood was still beneath her nails and some of the blood was still caked in her hair. The sponge baths she had gotten at hospital had only taken care of the worst damage, and she felt dirty. When Ian and Robbie had brought her over to the 'Hobbit Hole' as Lij, Orli and the others called their home, she had been fuming. Robbie had to return to the UK on family business and Ian had to go on a shoot in the wilderness and he had asked the Hobbits and the Elf to look after her.

"Their house is perfect, you will have a guest room on the ground floor with a bathroom nearby," she grumbled beneath her breath. "Orli said he would take care of you. HA!"

She ignored the laughter coming from the kitchen and rolled her wheel chair towards the bathroom. Gathering all her strength, she continued to mumble. That she had been pissed off was an understatement after Ian had related exactly what he had done. With him being Sir Ian McKellen, he had her dean and had actually gotten a sabbatical for her. "Of all the stupid things to do," she growled. "Now I'm off university for a year and have no clue what I should do. Writing a book, or what? HA!"

Hoisting herself up and out of the thing was no small feat and she was puffing and panting by the time she leant against the door frame and gave the wheel chair a slight push.

She ignored the pain that was shooting up her leg, when she slightly shifted her weight onto her injured leg and grimaced.

"Meg, what the fuck are you doing?" a voice called from behind, and Meg, in her hurry to face the perpetrator, almost stumbled.

"I need a wash," she answered and saw Orli coming towards her.

"Well and how do you think you are going to do this?" he asked, moving the wheel chair out of his way. "Your cast is in the way and I don't think it will survive a good soak in the tub."

"I'll manage!" Megan snapped and fumbled with the door knob. "I will be careful."

Orli shook his head and suppressed a sigh. He still wondered if it was such a bright idea for Ian to have Megan living with him and the Hobbits. But then again he had to admit that they had the only guest room and bathroom that was on the ground floor where Megan could easily move around in her little wheelie.

"All right, stay here and I think of something to protect that cast of yours," he said and went off to the kitchen again. Megan was just fed up with everything, two weeks in hospital with every orderly, nurse and doctor telling her what to do or not was grating on her nerves.

"The hell you will," Megan whispered under her breath and managed to open the door to the bath room. Hobbling in, she tried to keep her balance with her arms touching the walls.

Orlando walked into the bathroom before Megan had the chance to send the door shut. He had grabbed sticker tape and two bin liners from the kitchen which he was now shaking out.

"What are you doing here?" she inquired hoarsely as she struggled to keep on her two feet.

"Making sure you can get a shower, Meg," Orli replied and brushed her hands away as he started to unbutton the shirt. Megan was dumb-struck then tried to pull away from him.

"I can do that myself," she growled and glared at him. With a quirked eyebrow she waited and Orli looked at her inquisitively.

"What?" he asked.

"You can go, I don't need help," Megan said, her chin rising haughtily. Her cool demeanour was shattered when Orli started laughing and continued to unbutton the shirt, pushing it over and down her shoulders.

"What part of I don't need your help didn't you understand, Orlando?" she asked. "I can manage myself."

"Oh, really?" he asked and dropped his hands to his side. "Okay, go on ... show me!"

Megan stared at him, her hands trembling as she held one end of her shirt up in front.

"Get out," Meg said tersely, shifting uncomfortably on her healthy leg. "I'll manage, now get out."

Orli sighed, then rubbed his neck with one hand. "Meg, don't be so prudish, I have already seen you in underwear, and in little less I might add."

Megan stared at him. Her sight pitiful as she stood there, lips trembling, blood still caked in her hair. "Please," she whispered. " ... can't you leave me some dignity?"

Orli's heart skipped a beat. She looked so forlorn and lonely, and embarrassed. Battling down the sudden tightness he felt in his chest he shook his head slowly. "Meg, do you want to take Lij up on his offer to give you a sponge bath?" he asked and when she shook her head furiously, he nodded. "I thought so. I promise you this is just between friends, okay? I'm just the orderly."

Megan stared at him. 'But I didn't sleep with the orderly,' she told herself, 'And an orderly never made me feel what you make me feel'. She closed her eyes, when Orli stepped closer to her and slowly pried her hands off the front of the shirt and revealed a sports bra underneath. Slowly, as not to frighten her, he snaked his arms around and undid the clasp. He waited till Meg shrugged out of the bra and he put it to the side, along where the shirt already lay. Trying not to gaze upon her breasts, trying to ignore the memory flashes he had of him suckling them, he undid the fastener of her wrap around sarong.

"Shhhh, it's okay, Meg," he whispered soothingly when silent sobs shook her small shoulders. He focused his eyes on her and wished he had not. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the severe bruising on her shoulder as well as all the way down her right side of the breast and the rest of her torso.

"Fuck," he whispered and met her gaze. "That lorry knocked you up pretty badly."

"I know," Megan said and diverted her eyes. "Thank you."

"You are welcome, Meg," He said and bent down to cover her cast with the bin liner and securing it water proof. When he was done he looked at her dubiously.

"Meg, ummm... it is better we take off your panties as well," he mumbled and blushed when she looked at him.

"I can't, it won't go over the cast," Megan replied, her face colour matching his.

"Okay," Orli said and turned towards the medicine cabinet. Rummaging through it, he found a pair of scissors and deftly cut through the straps. "Always wanted to do that," he said with a grin and Meg had to chuckle despite herself. They looked at each other and for a moment they shared a genuine smile.

"Oh Lord, this is so embarrassing," she said but Orli put a finger to her lips and shook his head.

"It's not, Meg. Not for me, and it shouldn't be for you either. Now let's get you cleaned up okay?" he asked and stepped over to the shower. Luckily enough it was one of those that had only a small step inside and a curtain in front. He had not thought about what he had to do if they had doors in front of it.

Testing the water with his hand, he regulated the spray and pulled his shirt over his head. He met her questioning gaze, and grinned at her.

"I'll keep my shorts on, don't worry, Megan," he said with a wink and led her over to the shower. Checking again that her cast was water proof, he carefully lifted her into the shower cubicle and then followed her. Orli had to admit that he had never shared a shower with a woman before; strangely enough, his girl friends never agreed to such an intimate endeavour.

Megan watched Orli as he carefully squirted some of her favourite body wash into his cupped palm and worked up a lather meticulously. She made a mental note to thank Elijah later who had obviously put all her toiletries into the right places as for her not to feel like a guest.

"Okay, let's get this started," Orli said and held his lathered hands up. "Best turn around and I start with your back. Tell me when I hurt you, okay?"

Megan nodded silently and hobbled around, turning her back to him. With shivering hands, she pulled her hair out of the way. Slowly, Orli started to work, mindful not to put too much pressure on her already abused skin. But once or twice Megan grunted in pain, and Orli tried to be more gentle. When he was finished with her backside, having gently washed her from head to toe, he turned her around and started to apply the same care to her front, or so he had thought.

He tried to ignore the tightening in his groin when he started to wash her breasts and tummy, trying to ignore that he felt very excited about touching her bare skin. Squeezing his eyes shut, he gently moved her around again so she was facing the wall, while he stepped behind her and started to wash, with his arms around her.

Megan leant against him, oblivious to the raging battle in Orli's mind, and she only once opened her eyes, when he was washing her hair, carefully dabbing with a washcloth at the fine wound at her hairline. She felt warm and fuzzy due Orli's hands moving over her body with determined strokes.

The bathroom had steamed up and through the mist, Orli's and Megan's figures were barely discernible. Both did not know when the washing had turned to caresses and Orli hugged Megan closer to himself, molding her back into his chest while he caressed her softly. Leaning his chin on her shoulder he looked down at her, taking in the perking breasts that were discoloured from the bruising, her little sexily protruding lower mound. He groaned when he felt his groin tightening and he shifted slightly.

'Oh shit, Orli, behave,' he told himself silently, and cursed the fact that he was wearing baggy shorts instead of pair of tight briefs that would have concealed his erection better. Gritting his teeth, he slowly turned Megan around and tilted her chin up.

"Megan," he whispered and waited till dilated brown eyes looked up at him. "You are finished, love. Let's get you dried up and Lij can help you to your room while I'll clean up, okay?"

"Hmmm," it came deeply from her throat and for a moment Orli considered to throw caution to the wind and just kiss her. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. 'No I can't! We are friends, nothing more.'

He got a big fluffy towel from the rack and started to wrap her into it when Megan wrenched it out of his hands.

"Thank you," she said to soften her actions. Wrapping herself in it, she hobbled over to the door, with Orli loosely in tow, whether or not she had noticed his erection, he was not sure, but from the way she clung to the towel, he was sure she had noticed.

"Lij!" He yelled the moment he opened the door, and felt Megan flinch in front of him. "Sorry," he whispered and for a short moment he squeezed her left shoulder gently, almost groaning at the touch when something like electricity shot through him. He bit his lip and waited till Elijah appeared.

Woods eyed them both suspiciously, taking in Megan's towel clad figure as well as Orli who was dripping wet. "What's up?"

"Lij, can you accompany Meg to her room, I need to clean up the bathroom first," Orli said and gave him a crooked smile. Lij nodded, and moved the earlier discarded wheel chair in front of Megan.

"Very well, my lady, here is your steed," Lij said and frowned when Orli grabbed another towel and held it in front of his stomach and abdomen when Megan started to face him.

"Thanks Lij," Orli muttered and almost pushed Meg into the wheel chair.

Elijah shot him a look that told him exactly he wanted an explanation later and rolled Megan toward the guest room.

"Will you be okay, Meg?" Lij asked after he had helped Megan onto the bed. The woman nodded and smiled at him.

"I'll be fine, Lij, thank you," she said and touched his hand, squeezing it. "And thank you for letting me stay here, though I think I am too much of a bother for you and the others."

"Naw, Meg, you are welcome and it gives us a chance to fuss over you, you know," Lij smiled and bent down to put a small peck on her cheek. "You sure you are okay?"

"Yes," Megan nodded and smiled. "I'll be fine. I had plenty of time at the hospital to coach me how to dress myself."

Elijah grinned evilly. "Well if you need a helping hand ..."

"I'll call Orli," Megan retorted and they both burst out in laughter. "It's okay, Lij, really. I will brush my hair out and then get dressed. I'll call if I need anything."

"Okay," Lij consented and brought her brush and several items of clothing over to her that he spotted lying on a chair earlier. "Just holler and the Hobbits will be here for your rescue."

"Ta," Meg said and watched as he left. With a sigh, Megan started to brush out her hair, grimacing when the brush caught upon the tangles and knots. Suppressing the groans of pain, she started her meticulous work.

Orlando groaned and closed the door shut with a loud thud. He almost ripped off the shorts he was wearing. Stepping under the water that had gone decidedly colder, he tried to ignore his throbbing erection. Cursing underneath his breath he grabbed his lotion and worked up a lather to wash.

His skin prickled at the touch of his hands as they rubbed over his chest and abdomen, coating his skin in glistening foam that was quickly washed away by the water pelting down on his skin. The sensation did nothing to quell his rampaging desire and for a moment he squeezed his eyes shut.

Orli cursed his mutinous body as his aching erection swelled further, demanding attention. He leant his head against the tiled shower wall and with a groan he tried to ban the images of Megan from his mind, tried to get rid of the soft touch of her skin beneath his fingertips, but to no avail. He knew how she felt, smelled, and how she had made him feel while they had made love.

He laughed at himself, realizing that in the weeks that had followed his one night with Megan, he had reacquainted himself with an old friend.

'I guess it won't change, until Meg and I ...' he tried not to think this particular thought any further but his whole body ached for her. She had marked and claimed him without even noticing and he knew given the chance, he would do anything possible to affect her the same way. He needed her.

In defeat, he lowered his head, with his shoulders drooping as he spread his legs. Bracing one hand against the wall, his other hand enclosed his pulsating penis and slowly began to stroke. As he fell into a familiar rhythm of stroking and squeezing, his body and mind began to relax, images of Megan's small but enticing body dancing around in his mind while he spilled his release onto the tiles of the shower, with Meg's name escaping his lips.

It was half an hour later that Orli emerged from the bathroom, still flushed from his recent release. He was padding bare footed towards the stairs, towel slung around his narrow hips, when Elijah called out to him.

"What took you so long?" Lij asked, distinct anger tinging his voice.

"I needed to clean up," Orli retorted not meeting his friend's eyes.

Elijah frowned then it dawned on him and with a grin he punched Orli on his arm. "Orli, you really should talk to her, you know," he said.

"And what? Tell her I get excited by showering with her?" he growled the question and drooped his lids in embarrassment. "Man, Lij, you should have seen her. She is still black and blue and really badly beaten up and I .. I..."

"You got hard. Jesus, Orli, nothing to be ashamed off, especially considering you two know each other well," Lij gave it a bit more emphasis. "Did she notice?"

Orlando shrugged. "I don't know, but if she did she didn't say anything," he shrugged.

"Well, you better check on her, I left her in her room and she wanted to dress herself. The guys want to go to the beach later, with you and Megan in tow, so you better get dressed and also get Megan into something presentable."

Orli nodded and took two steps at the time to change in his room. He just hoped that Megan hadn't noticed his erection otherwise she would kick his butt, cast or not.