~3rd person POV~

It's been around 5 months since the accident. Tord started going out more, he finally gave in and started eating more, he's even talking more.
But that didn't mean Tord could shake off the feeling of guilt and sadness.
He would visit Tom any chance he got. Sometimes, not warning Edd before leaving. Tord stopped smoking after he got together with Tom, but the temptation of reliving his stress was to much for him to bear.
He would smoke every now and then, just to let out some steam. (No pun intended)
Every time a girl would come up to him and start flirting, Tord would glare at them in disgust before denying their offer by a simple "I have a boyfriend".

~Tord's POV~

"What do you mean by that?!" Edd shot me a defensive glare. I rolled rolled eyes and kept my gaze on the tv. "I'm just saying, Jessica and Scott is a much better ship." I replied, not in the mood to have another argument with Edd about this. Edd gasped loudly and stared at Tord in shock.

"Excuse me?! Scott and Andrew are much better than that gross ship." Edd retorted, his eyes narrowing. I stayed silent, hoping Edd would get the message that his ship didn't make any sense. "Scott and Andrew dont have any chemistry. Jessica and Scott on the other hand-"
"No, Scott and Andrew are so much better!" Edd interrupted. "I like Andrew and Jessica together." matt exclaimed, trying to join the conversation. "Stay out of this Matt." I scoffed as I turned my attention to Edd.

"First, they hate each other! And the ship is adorable! Second-" Edd Ranted before getting cut of by the phone violently ringing. I flinched and before I knew it, everyone was staring at me, expecting me to pick up the phone.

I groaned loudly before slowly getting up. My whole body ached with every step I took. I picked up the phone and took a deep sigh. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is the beating hearts hospital. Is this Tord?" A young middle aged woman's voice asked. my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach, scared about what I might hear. "Y-Yes." I mumbled, mentally facepalming myself for stuttering.

"Oh, we just wanted to call in about some good news and some bad news. The good news is that Thomas Ridgebell woke up from his coma." My eyes widened, and my heart fluttered with happiness as my grip tightened around the phone. "Really? I'm coming right now." I responded. "Sir, there's something you really need to know fir-" I hung up and ignored what the other end was gonna say and immediately ran to the front door, my mind racing with thoughts.

~3rd person POV~

Edd and Matt listened to the whole conversation and they didn't know wether I heard bad news or good news. But the huge smile plastered on Tord's face said it all.

Matt and Edd excitedly got up, hoping that their suspicions were correct. The 3 males raced through the door and excitedly got in their car, this time, with Tord at the wheel. "So I'm guessing there's some good news about Tom?" Edd asked excitedly. Tord nodded silently and started up the car, ready to see his Tom again.

~Timeskip brought to you by an author that already hates this chapterXD~

The familiar scent hit the 3 males nostrils and they dashed through the hospital, pushing past anyone that got in their way.
Many doctors and nurses were trying to stop them from running. And being the rebels that they are, they ignored the pleads and words of all the people around them. When they finally made it to Tom's room, the norsk looked in to see around 5 doctors all gathered around the blue brits bed. Tom's face was blocked by the many doctors in the room, and the only sounds that could be heard were the doctors voices. Tord smiled brightly and pushed past all of them, Matt and Edd right behind him.

His heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest. There he was. Tom sat there, his eyes wide awake, his hair messy and ruffled up, and bandages wrapped all round his arms and head. Tom raised a brow and looked at the Carmel boy, not muttering even a word to him.
Tord smiled brightly and grasped onto the blue brits hand.

Tom noticeably jumped and looked Tord dead in the eyes. "Oh my god! Thomas! I missed you so much! I'm so glad you're alive" Tord beamed happily. Without thinking, he pulled the blue brit into a tight hug. The other two males squealed in the background while the doctors screamed at him, desperately trying to get his attention.
Tord was taken aback by a sudden push backwards. Tord stumbled over and caught his balance. He looked at the blue brit in concern, Confused as of why Tom pushed him back.
Was he uncomfortable? Did he do something wrong? Was Tom mad at him?

The blue brit cocked a brow and glared at Tord in confusion and disgust.

"Is something wrong?" The red clad asked. Tom hesitated slightly before opening his mouth to speak.

"Who are you?"