I'll Never Say revamped

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Tord groaned as he slowly rose from the pool of unconsciousness. The first sense he got back was touch, and his sleepy mind zoned in on the feelings of warmth beneath his face and thin, nimble fingers combing through his matted hair and lightly scratching his scalp. Next was hearing. The various worried voices filtered through layers of cotton that lined his ears slowly began then grew clear. The first one was a deep rumbling voice with a slight British accent. 

"Look at him, so banged up," The man, who he recognized with horror was Edd Gold, whispered gently from right above. His touch was softer than Tord could imagine from him after the months away. Shame bubbled in his gut when he felt himself lean into his warm hands.

"How'd he get here?" That was Tom, the slight rasp sending shivers down his spine just as it did when they first met. Edd rubbed his shoulder and back firmly, mistaking his shiver for one of pain or cold. "A spy, maybe?"

"He's hurt..." Tord curled up tightly, trying to muster the courage to open his eyes and face his lovers. It couldn't possibly be that hard. The room quieted for a long moment, tension hanging in the air. Then, without warning, soft chapped lips brushed against his freckled cheek, and heat rose to his face instantly despite his best wishes. "I know you're awake, Tord. Sleeping people don't blush,"

Fuck.

Tord huffed now that he'd been caught, opening his silver eyes and staring up at his tall boyfriend. Sight. Now that he had his eyes to use, he could finally see and analyze everything happening around him. He was resting in Edd's lap on his bed, with Tom and Matt sitting a few feet away on a different bed. Tom's cold void eyes glared at him, holding onto all the anger he'd built up over the past 3 months after Tord's major fuck up.

"w-what?" Tord croaked before breaking off into a mad coughing fit, his throat dry from lack of use. Sitting up, he grabbed desperately at his rattling chest as his body trembled. After a long moment, he managed to get his breathing under control. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Good question, commie, why are we here?" Tom shot back accusingly. It took him a few seconds to fully process what Tom was implying here, but when he did he was furious. Turning his head to face Tom, his eyes burned with something dark.

"And why would I know, Thomas?" Flames burned his throat with the heat of his words, hot encapsulating rage touching his soul and warming his body uncomfortably so. 

"Oh I don't know, it's not like you're always plotting against us or anything." His words were like knives slashing deep holes in his lungs and sucking out all the air.

"Listen here fucker, I don't have anything to do with this! I don't know why you're here, frankly, I don't fucking want you here!" Tord spat, hanging off the bed almost just to be that much closer. He wanted to feel the heat of his anger radiating off his perfect tan skin, and wanted those empty eyes to consume him. 

"Yeah, I totally believe that. Just like I believed you when you tried to pump me full of lead," Tom barked as he jumped to his feet and towered over him. A sense of burning prickled the back of his eyes, but Tord refused to give in to the temptation.

"Mor jævla- It's not my fault! I didn't bring you here. I don't want you to be here or to suffer inside these walls. I don't even want to be here! Maybe if you took your head out of your fucking- AGH," Tord's sentence was cut off by his own strangled scream as he attempted to stand, his swollen ankle gave him 2 steps at most before he collapsed forward. Before his weakened body could collide with the hard cement, strong arms caught him. A pained moan left his lips as he attempted to put pressure on the bruise, tears springing to his eyes. "F-fuck, damn it,"

"Tord! Tom, bring him over here," Edd gasped, and soon Tord found himself back in Edd's lap; only this time three bodies were surrounding him radiating with worry. Tom gently grabbed his leg, hands resting on his calf and heel to examine his likely sprained ankle. He hid his face in Edd's broad chest and tried to pretend it wasn't happening.