Concussion
Tord walked Tom into red base, feeling a tad uneasy upon realizing how quiet it was. Between the Seamstress' shouting, The sound of the medic's occasional anxiety attacks, and the screams of the ripper's subjects, the red base was normally a very loud environment. This was something that typically irritated Tord to no end. He had no idea how accustomed to it he really was until now, when the noise was gone. Now all Tord could hear was the pounding rain outside. Thank goodness he managed to get Tom inside before the rain got any stronger. He knew it rained alot in this part of England, but this storm seemed to be never-ending. Tord made his way to his quarters. Tom would probably freak out when he woke up, so for now Tord found it in his best interest to make sure he was comfortable in his surroundings.
"Red leader?! Is that Tom?!" A voice Tord recognized as Pat's gasped. Tord shifted his focus towards the other man, a blank look on his face.
"Yes, It is, I managed to... Get him back, where's the medic? I need him to check Tom to make sure he doesn't have a concussion or something," Tord asked.
"I'm not sure sir, I haven't seen him,"
"Well have you seen the ripper? Odds are wherever he is, the medic is with him,"
"He ran past Pau and I a few hours ago heading to the armory, he seemed frantic about something, and the medic wasn't with him,"
"And Pau is...?
"Taking a nap in the barracks," Pat chuckled nervously.
"Ugh what is happening to my army? Look just... If you see the medic, send him to my quarters," Tord sighed.
"Yes sir," Pat nodded, watching his leader disappear down the hall with Tom. They rounded a corner to reach a big empty hall that seemed a tad different than the others. There were only a few rooms, and there was one door that seemed to stand out from the rest. This door led to Tord's quarters. The other rooms were used for various things he deemed important enough to keep them close to him so that he could easily access them. His office, confidential filing room, meeting room, interrogation room, hentai filing room, etc. Y'know, the important stuff. Tord walked into his quarters, careful not to drop Tom. He nearly did just getting the door itself open. He walked to his bed and gently sat Tom down. Now that Tord had the time to stare, he noticed a few bleeding scrapes on Tom's elbows. Must've been from when he fell. Tord had a sinking feeling that he wouldn't be able to find the medic anytime soon. Fortunately, he kept a first aid kit filled with bandages and disinfectant in his quarters. In the first few weeks following his surgeries, blood would seep through his bandages very quickly. He had to replace the bandages constantly, so the kit came in handy. Tord reached under his bed and pulled out the first aid kit. He was silently thanking his past self for not getting rid of the thing. He opened it up and pulled out what he needed. Tord may not have been a medic, but he wasn't stupid, he knew how to do something as basic as apply some disinfectant and bandage wounds. He sat down on the bed next to Tom's sleeping form and began to treat his wounds. He couldn't help but glance at Tom's peaceful face every now and then. Tom just looked so... Ugh! Tord couldn't believe he had almost let that thought play out. Then again, him and Tom were in a similar situation not too long ago. The medic knocked Tom out with an umbrella, Tord scolded him, he kissed Tom- CRAP! He forgot about that! Tord shook the thoughts of Tom's soft lips out of his mind. He continued treating Tom's wounds. Once he was finished, he closed the first aid kit up and tucked it back under the bed. He then took a blanket half hanging off the bed and draped it over Tom. Tord smiled, genuinely smiled. What was this feeling and how fast could Tord forcefully rip it out of himself?
"Bluh..." Tom groaned his eyes fluttering open. Tord froze, not sure what to do. Tom wasn't fully aware of what was happening. He felt a small stinging sensation in his arms, and god he had a killer headache. He snuggled himself into the blanket surrounding him in comfortable warmth. Hm, he didn't remember ever buying a red blanket... Wait a minute. Tom sat up quickly, regretting it almost immediately as it had caused the pounding in his head to get worse.
"Hey... Careful," Tord mumbled. Tom's head snapped towards the familiar voice he had just heard.
"TORD?!" The pain in his head was just getting worse by his reckless behavior. He couldn't really find it in him to care however, he was more confused and angry at the situation presented in front of him.
"Look so um... I... Uh..." Tord trailed off.
"Where the HELL am I?!" Tom growled. He didn't recognize anything around him. He was in a big red bed in a big obnoxious looking room.
"Red base, my quarters," Tord replied. This direct answer didn't seem to qwell Tom's anger any.
"You WERE following me! So... What? You kidnapped me so I can be your prisoner again?" Tom scowled. Tord quickly shook his head.
"No! I told you that I wouldn't go after you, I followed you so I could make sure you got home safely," Tord mumbled.
"And that somehow led to me waking up in your bed with a splitting headache?"
"Tom you were jumped by some thugs in an alleyway, one of them pushed you and you were knocked out, I tried taking you back to your apartment but you didn't have your keys on you and I knew Edd and Matt weren't going to just hand the keys over if I just asked, not like they were nearby anyways... Point is, I had no choice but to bring you back here," Tord explained.
"Back to your room? In your bed?"
"Well when you say it like that it sounds creepy!"
"Yeah no crap commie!" Tom tried to get out of bed, cringing and laying back down as he attempted to do so. How did getting knocked unconscious somehow cause this much pain?
"I wouldn't recommend that, you hit the ground pretty hard, and the medic isn't around to completely check out your wounds," Tord sighed.
"Oh well that's just fantastic! Thanks alot!"
"Hey! If it wasn't for me you'd be a beaten, unconscious pulp on the cold concrete of some random alley!"
"I'd honestly prefer that!" Tom shouted. Tord went silent. Why? He should be coming up with some witty comeback right now! What was wrong with him?! He'd normally never let Thomas get the last word in!
"Whatever... Do you need anything?" Tord asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Tom scoffed.
"What kind of question is that?"
"Nevermind, it was stupid, just trying to help," Tord trailed off, staring at the corner of the room in order to avoid Tom's gaze. Tom couldn't figure Tord out. Why was he acting so out of character? This wasn't the Tord he remembered, and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. On one hand, he liked that he wouldn't have to deal with Tord's normal crap; On the other hand however, this "new" Tord was unpredictable. For once Tom wasn't sure what he would do next.
"Commie-" Tom was interrupted by a loud clap of thunder. Tord peeked back over at Tom.
"What?" Tord nearly laughed when he saw Tom's scared form hiding under the sheets. Was he shaking?
"Not a word," Tom's muffled voice squeaked.
"Right, the fear of thunder..."
"Shut up commie," Tom growled. He slowly raised his head up from his makeshift blanket cocoon. He let out a sigh of relief, as if some unseen beast had left the room.
"How long has that been a thing?"
"I don't need to engage in small talk with the likes of you!"
"Fair enough," Tord shrugged.
"If you think for one second-" Yet another clap of thunder interrupted Tom; This one was much more violent sounding than the last. Tord was going to let out another snarky remark, but the wind was knocked out of him before he could. Tom had just tackled him and was now clinging to his waist as if his life depended on it. Tord looked down at the smaller man, only to be met with an expression of pure horror. Whether he was mortified of the lightning or the reality of the situation, Tord couldn't really tell.
"Um... Tom?" Tord chuckled nervously. Tom's expression shifted again, this time to shock. He must've just now realized what he did. He pulled back, pressing his back up against the bed's backboard.
"Crap! I am so sorry I didn't mean to- I- I just- Ugh!" Aaaand back under the sheets he went. Tord smiled lightly.
"Y'know if you wanted to cuddle you could've just said so," He hummed.
"Shut. Up. Commie."
"Okay, okay," Tord grinned. Although he'd never admit it to himself, he secretly enjoyed this time he had gotten to spend with his original Tom.
Oof. Yeah. Um... So that took awhile. I'm a bit upset. I thought that would've ended up being much longer than it actually was. Oh well. It is what it is. Once again you can thank Blue_Lightbulbs for the plot of this chapter. She is an absolute life saver and a dear friend of mine. So she deserves nearly all of the thanks. She's done alot for me actually. She has helped me get back on track with this book, and she has even been giving me random prompts to write about in a prompt book so as to keep my writing ability sharp. I appreciate her and everything she does so... Yeah! Anyhow, fanart! I apologize if I miss some art. I had to do a hard reset recently on my phone and alot of my screenshots were deleted. Hopefully none were recent, but I can't be 100% sure since my memory is dreadful. Might just have to credit humans rather than give commentary however; Gosh I just love every bit of art I'm sent. Here we go!
medimedic (no it isn't technically fan art but I love it too much to not have it in here. Thank you bab ;w;) Alright! Well, let me start by saying... 400k reads... #4 in eddsworld... That just... Wow that blows my mind. I also hit 1k followers somehow! Thank you all! I love each and every one of you so so much and I couldn't ask for better readers. I'm just overjoyed to have brought such happiness to those who read this. Making people happy is what I live for. I couldn't think of anything better to do in my life than to make others smile and feel. Now, as I have had to say several times, THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER THERE WILL BE MORE SO PLEASE DO NOT ASK ME IF THIS IS LAST CHAPTER. Thank you ^-^. Thank you all for reading.
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