Sharing a Hospital Bed | TomTord

bonding experience · 04

5:47 PM

the clock blinked on and off in front of toms face. his tired eyes slowly opened to get a better view around himself. long orange rectangles had been illuminating light into the room.

finding the source, tom had opened the blinds to let in the light.

he still felt cold. however it would only get colder once the sun is gone.

tom lazily shimmied himself off of the bed to have his body laid out on the floor. he felt like gravity was getting more powerful as time passed on.

he pushed himself off the floor to crawl towards his crutches to help him up. slowly dragging his body on the floor he managed to finally climb up and lean on the said crutches.

rubbing his eyes tom managed to wake himself up a little bit.

he looked over at the clock one more time.

5:53 PM

"ugh"

not bothering to check what he looked like in the mirror, he went towards the door only to stop to hear clanging noises of what sounded like pots or pans.

was that his roommate or the nurse?

one way to find out.

slightly hunched over he opened the door to find a rather angry looking boy. their right arm was in a white cast hanging from his shoulders. their tail was holding two pots while their left arm was holding a tub of something.

they struggled to grab something else but continued to fail which made them growl.

"oh uh here let me help with that" tom sped over to their side to grab the pans from their tail. said roommate hissed at him for even coming close.

the eyeless backed up so he wouldn't look as threatening. "sorry sorry" tom apologized with his hands up and ears flat against his head.

his roommate only growled and continued to do his thing.

First Person POV

he looks irritated. still holding the pans i set them down on the oven. "what are you making?" the question seemed to bother him.

instead of telling me they put the tub down and pointed at a cookbook that was left on a certain page.

'Chicken Pot Pie'

i scratched at my stubble of hair on my chin. the tub was filled with already made dough and the boy only made himself more angrier the more they tried to open the lid.

before i could try to help they finally popped open the lid.

they turned towards me only to present his arm to me. i didn't understand what he was trying to say.
"uhm, what do you want me to do?"

they rolled their silver eyes at me then turned around to grab a small squared whiteboard. they set it down on the counter in front of me then yanked a black marker from their hoodie pocket. he wrote down 'my name is Tord Olsen and i am a mute, roll up my sleeve'

"oh ok" i awkwardly rolled up my roommates, er, tords sleeve. rolling it up to his elbow, tord then pulled out half of the dough from the white tub and let it fall on the counter.

he gave me a roller that i assumed was meant for me to flatten it out. "why don't you get food from the cafeteria?" tord put down a glass pie pot down beside me.

he wrote on the whiteboard once more. 'food from there is not trustworthy'

understandable enough, the burger i ate before was hidden with sleeping pills. what makes the cafeteria food any different from what they served in the infirmary?