No one's P.O.V

Tord groaned and reaches out to his face to wipe his tears only to be wiped first by his Dad, Patryk.

"It's okay Tord were here now.." Patryk whispers as he pecks his son's forehead causing Tord to shot his eyes open. He felt the pain again, it was unbearable but he kept his mouth closed. Grinding his teeth and clenching his jawline as he shuts his eyes close and took a deep breath.

Tord had realized that he had lost his right arm and his right sight.. possibly next time he'll lose his right hearing. He immediately regretted that he didn't listen to his teacher. His gaze drop as he continues to regret what he did.. something suddenly came up in his mind.. who brought in here..

He tried to remember everything that happened after that.. but all he remembered is the burning feeling on his right face and body when the chemical exploded. He turned to his parents and was about to say something but was interrupted by pain.

Lots and lots of pain.

He tightens his grip on the sheets and took a deep breath again. Both of his Dad's were on their edge seeing their adopted son in this state, they certainly cannot allow their son to suffer any longer.

Paul took hold of Tord's hand again making Tord open his eyes and shifts his gaze to his dad.

"Tord, I know.. you still feel.. a 'little' pain.." his dad started, feeling more uneasy in each word he spats out, "but.. I'm doing this to help you.. okay?" Paul finished.

Tord looked at him in confusion, he didn't understand what he was talking about. Suddenly Paul teared open the bandages on his what used to be his right arm but now is only shoulders, tearing the stitches with it.

Blood spilled on the bed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH" Tord screamed as he arch his back. He wanted to sit up but Patryk held him down as Paul pulled out of what looks like an robotic arm with a small device with it.

How the blood was dancing around his now reopened wounds felt like waterfalls of pain. He couldn't help but scream for help.

"NOK! PAPPA! VÆR SÅ SNILL! DET GJØR VONDT!" He tried to struggle out of his dad's grip but to no avail.

He screamed again and again until he heard banging on the door outside. Patryk told Paul to hurry up as Tord kept on screaming while his tears were running wild meanwhile Paul was trying his best to finish operating the metallic thing faster.

"Tordy.. please! We're trying to help you. Shhh.. it's okay..." Patryk whispers to Tord.. laying his forehead on Tord's. Tord seemed to calm down a litte, placing his head on Patryk's shoulder while quietly sobbing.

The banging on the door grew more louder but Tord just ignored it.

The pain he was feeling was even more than just pain.. it felt like Death, slowly eating him out. He suddenly felt numb for a second and stayed still. Patryk noticed this and looked over to his husband who had just finished operating the strange metallic arm.

Patryk covers Tord's eyes with his hands and wraps his other arm around him, Tord felt frightened. He was shaking and his left arm wouldn't move. The pain was too much..

Paul positioned himself as he holds Tord's right shoulder tight making the blood gush out and Tord whimper as Patryk tightened his grip on his son's eyes, squeezing his good and bad eye tighter. Tord was bleeding all over the place..

"PAPPA!! VÆR SÅ SNILL!! SLUTT MED DET!!"

Tord continued to yell Norwegian profanities at his parents as the banging on the door went wild.

"Tord.. listen. I need you to not faint." Paul stated and then proceeded to ram a device inside Tord's opened wound as hard as he can.. then was followed by the robotic arm.

Tord has now started struggling more, the bed was violently rocking and his blood was spilling out everywhere. He was screaming for his life as his cries grew more and more loud making the banging on the door grew more wild while the doctors and nurses were calling out to his name.

Patryk grind his teeth as he held his son captive in his arms. He knew Tord didn't have to go through this.. but it was for his best. Paul kept ramming the robotic arm into Tord's flesh as the metallic device started to clamp into Tord's veins inside.

This made Tord cried the names of his parents and how he regretted that he was raised by them. The two didn't believe it. They knew it was just the pain making him say this.. finally Paul heard a small click from the Robotic arm so he held it on it's place while keeping Tord's shaking shoulder still as well.

The device was roaming around Tord's shoulder trying to look for healthy veins it seemed like it was just ant's walking all around, but for Tord it felt like he is literally being ran over by a big truck.

Tord kept struggling out of their grips, crying more tears and bleeding more.. and more.

"I can't do this I'm gonna---" finally Paul heard something snap underneath Tord's skin. Then soon Tord passed out in Patryk's arms... Patryk slowly lays his head to what it looks like a bed of blood.

There was silence...
Like every sound around them just stopped
The banging on the door also stopped..

The heart monitor machine also stopped..

"Was.. was that.. successful?" Patryk asked, as he started to shake as he looks at his Son. In all the process of activating the robotic arm.. Tord's scream was breaking him into pieces.

Paul kept quiet for a moment as he waits for something to pop out on the small screen on the robotic arm.. Patryk glances over to his lover then followed where he was looking..

Progressing...

30 - 100%....

63 - 100%...

Then it suddenly went off..

for the second Patryk saw it turned off. He broke down crying on the ground as he buried his face in his hands. Paul was about to panic as well, he looked over to Tord's Heart Monitor Machine..

It also stopped. All it's left now was the steady static long beep and Patryk's sobbing..

Paul felt like he was a failure for not being able to give back his son a new arm and for killing him with it. He looked to the ground while clenching his fists into a pulp.

He felt worthless.. so does Patryk too.. none of the two spoke.. they were wrapped by silence..
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Paul snapped his head to the Monitor.. Tord's heart was beating again. He then looked over to the Robotic arm's screen..
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As soon as Patryk heard the normal sound of a normal heartbeat in the Monitor Machine, he quickly stood up and glances to his husband who was already looking at him smiling widely.

"It's successfully activated."

(A/N)

Now for the translations!!

NOK! PAPPA! VÆR SÅ SNILL! DET GJØR VONDT! = ENOUGH! DAD! PLEASE! IT HURTS!

PAPPA!! VÆR SÅ SNILL!! SLUTT MED DET!! = DAD!! PLEASE!! STOP IT!!

This one was PAINFUL to write.. really.. it feels like the memories were coming and flooding in again huhuu..

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