White.

the colour invaded Tord's eye causing him to scrunch his face up and groan before opening his eye and the light faded slightly, It was still white. Tord attempted to rub his eye but pain racked his body as he moved. Tord sat up more pain overwhelming him, "Alright I know this isn't what hell looks like, what gives huh!?" He croaked weakly.
The room seemed to listen to him as outlines of furniture and what Tord presumed was a window became visible slowly.
The Norwegian looked down noticing he was in a bed, it was unlike a normal bed, it had sides to it. A tube was inserted into his hand, he followed to tube with his gaze, a catheder (I don't know if that's what its called or spelt). At the side of him stood a bedside cabinet with a dry bouquet of browning red roses. Tord ripped the tube from his hand panicking at his realization, he wasn't dead he was in a hospital. Most people would be glad to know they were being taken care of but Tord knew why they had saved him, they wanted to bring him to justice, lock him up until he rots or be the first criminal given the death penalty in the past three decades.
Tord stood up and immediately fell to his knees, he looked around the room his eyes finally adjusted to the harsh light bouncing from the white paint and tiles. He stood up and shakily limped over to a mirror and stared at his reflection, he looked awful. His hair was a mess, bandages were wrapped tightly around his torso, calf, femur and shoulder. He sighed in frustration noticing that the mechanism that connected his robotic arm to his body had been removed.

Tord looked around the room for his shirt and hoodie and put them on. Tord made his way to the door fiddling with the knob before stepping out into the ward keeping his head down as doctors and nurses walk past.
Finally the Norwegian could see the double doors of freedom, he walked faster his limp becoming more an more obvious, his leg gave in from the pain and he stumbled to the floor. "Woah hey are you okay?" Tord looked up seeing the familiar faces of his friends, Tom and Matt. Tom's eyes widened at seeing his old enemy, he scowled angrily and pulled the smaller man into a tight hug. Tord grunted and Tom pulled away keeping his hands on Tord's shoulders "Where do you think you are going?" He asked angrily. Tord was admittedly frightened and stuttered a few times.
Tom pulled the Norwegian to his feet and pulled his arm around his neck supporting him whilst Matt did the same with what remained of his other arm. The two taller men mostly dragged Tord out of the door and towards a black car, Tord accepted his fate and closed his eye waiting for cold embrace of handcuffs, "Hey Boss? What are you doing?" The familiar voice of Patryk asked. Tord opened his eye to see both of his soldiers and all of his old friends getting into the black car.
Tord stayed silent as Tom pushed him into the car and sat beside him. Patryk drove off leaving the hospital in the dust and the car in awkward silence for a good quarter of an hour before Tord couldn't bear it anymore and asked "What's going on?".