I had a really bad feeling.

Today was Friday which meant Tord had been living with me for five days. He seemed to get better with every passing day, though he rarely spoke except when I talked with him. In the last few days I realized how bad his flashbacks were. There hadn't been a day in which he didn't re-live the event. Tord was obviously traumatized by the incident, as anyone would have been.

Every time I saw him getting flashbacks I tried to calm him down. He might as well seemed like a small child crying. Over the course of the week I had grown really protective of him. I rarely left my apartment the last days because I feared Tord would lose himself in his memories if I weren't with him. If it wasn't for Tom and Matt I would've taken him on a walk with me. I knew I had to tell them about Tord one day, but I was afraid that Tom would fly and kill Tord in a fit of rage.

Despite the progresses in Tord's behavior I had the feeling that something wasn't alright with him. Today was be the day where I'd talk with Tord about that.

Right now I was on my way home from the grocery store. Hopefully Tord wouldn't have another flashback when I got to my apartment. I knew I said I wouldn't leave him alone, but I really had no other choice.

Once I was inside my apartment I walked over to the kitchen and put everything in the fridge. When I was done I got to the living room. My heartbeat accelerated the moment I noticed Tord wasn't there. Normally he'd stay the whole day in there but now he was nowhere to be seen. "Tord?" I called for him, while looking around. Then I noticed the opened bathroom door. A bad feeling spread through my soul.

And my instinct proved me right.

Tord was standing in the bathroom, his left arm covered in cuts.

At first I had no idea what to do. Thoughts raced through my head faster than my heart pounded against my ribcage. With wide eyes I stared at Tord who now noticed my appearance. He looked at me with shock written all over his face. Meanwhile my eyes were glued at his left arm. Blood trickled down, dripping onto the tiled floor. I wanted to say something, anything, but all the words died on my tongue.

"E-Edd?" He said, his accent thick.

I hadn't realized I was getting closer to him until I stood right in front of him. Since we were about the same height, with me being the slightly taller one, I had no problem looking into his gray eyes.

"Why?" I choked out. Tord obviously struggled to find a proper answer. Both of us knew he wouldn't be able to reply though. "Why?" I asked him again, my voice stronger now, "Why didn't you tell me?" On one hand I was angry because Tord hadn't told me that he had problems. On the other though I felt like he didn't trust me at all. Either way, I felt bad.

What Tord did next surprised me. "I don't owe you an answer! Why do you care anyways?! I CAN DO WHAT I WANT!" With that he shoved me away from him and ran. It took me a few seconds to process what had just happened. Then, it clicked, and I ran after him. Before I even opened the door I heard loud yelling from outside. I knew that voice. Quickly I rushed out, just missing how Tom chased after someone, obviously Tord.

Oh no, that was what I had tried to avoid.

Without hesitation I followed them. I had to catch up with them or else Tom would end up killing Tord.

I paid no mind to my surroundings as all I was focused on was to get to Tord.

After what felt like an eternity I finally caught up to the guys, but it was too late. I saw how Tom tackled Tord to the ground and started to beat him up. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. "STOP!!" I cried out for Tom, hoping he'd listen to me.

Unfortunately he didn't. Tom seemingly ignored the wounds Tord already had as well as me begging for him to stop.

Not knowing what else to do I ran towards them and punched Tom, causing him to fall backwards. This gave me time to check if Tord was okay. Though the bleeding nose and the tears running down his face told me something entirely different. And I wasn't happy about it. "You alright?" Internally I slapped myself. Yeah, Edd, sure he's alright after all this.

Tord simply nodded.

I heard something moving so I turned around, my back facing Tord.

Tom now stood less than two feet away from me, a stern look on his face. Despite knowing how aggressive Tom could get I stood my ground. His black eyes glared at me. "Get outta my way Edd!" "No", I replied, not moving one inch. It irritated Tom, I knew it.

"I said, get outta my way!" His voice now louder than before though I still didn't move. "No."

A few seconds passed in which he just glared at me. But then he broke the silence. "Why're you protecting him?" Even though I knew this question would come sooner or later I still was surprised he asked it this early. "Because", I said, "He is a friend!"

From the look on Tom's face it was clear to me how irritated he was. I had expected it. He gritted his teeth, growling slightly. Despite that, I continued protecting Tord. "A friend? A FRIEND?" Tom would have an outburst in a few moments. "THIS GUY TRIED TO KILL US!" At first I had no clue what to say and the more I thought about it, the less I could argue. "He didn't mean to, Tom." It was the best thing I could think of.

Tom seemed to be unhappy about my answer, seeing how he clenched his hands to fists. I really hoped he wouldn't start beating me. On the other side I didn't care if I got hurt as long as Tom wouldn't inflict any more pain on Tord. "Didn't mean to?! Edd, haven you forgotten that this scumbag actually killed Jon?" My eyes widened ever so slightly when I thought about that. Tord had killed Jon. I shook the bad thoughts out of my head because I had personally seen how guilty Tord felt for what he had done. "No, but I know Tord is sorry for what he has done!" Again, Tom gritted his teeth. "How do you know that?" "Because I saw him cry!"

That caught Tom off-guard. He now stared at me a slightly confused look plastered over his face. Tom knew, Tord wasn't the type to cry. Since the tides seemed to have turned in my favor I continued. "And if he really meant to kill us, he would have done so by now!"

Once again silence descended over us and all I could hear was the wind rustling the leaves and branches of the nearby trees. Though it was interrupted when I heard a 'thump'. Immediately I turned my head to see Tord lying on the ground. The pace of my heart picked up. Quickly I kneeled down. Tord had obviously passed out, most likely due to blood loss. I reached for my phone and called the ambulance. After that was done I grabbed Tord's arm, pressing my hands on his wounds to stop the blood from leaving his body. Hopefully the ambulance would be here soon.