Love hurts { TomTord | Hanahaki }

Chapter 13

Istg I do not need to be writing bc of how inconsistent I am.
Anyway, so sorry about all of the wait.
I'm nearing finals and everything so we had a bunch of tests and then my carpal tunnel got super bad so typing hurts.
Then I found a stray dog and now he lives with me and I'm addicted to Pokémon legends: arecus.
Anyway, enjoy 😭

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Tord woke up feeling lighter than ever.
His chest didn't feel heavy and inflamed, his lungs didn't hurt as bad, and his throat wasn't scratchy and sore.

He thought that finally all of his suffering was over, that maybe it wasn't real in the first place.
That maybe it was all a bad dream to begin with.
He curled tighter into his quilt and sighed.

He didn't feel like getting up anytime soon.
Tord lay there in bed with his eyes closed; not trying to sleep, but just resting.
He felt like he could lay there forever.
Not being in pain, and finally being able to breath.

That is until he heard someone shift in his bed beside him.

Tord bolted out of the covers and opened the drawer to his bedside table.
He pulled out the little handgun he kept in there for emergencies and quickly pointed it at the body beside him.

Even with the slight light from the dawn sun coming through the curtains, Tord wasn't able to see all that well due to well.. a missing eye and the darkness of the room.

" Get the fuck up "
Tord cocked the gun and shoved the person with his foot. Keeping the gun focused on the mysterious person.

" Gah! Huh... what? What's going on? "
The british brunette startled awake.

Tom looked to where Tord was standing and saw nothing but the gun focused right on him.

" Tord what the actual fuck man! Don't point that thing at me! "

Tord lowered the gun, realizing it was just the annoying Jehovah's Witness.
Sadly his small moments of being able to breathe suddenly went away.

His lungs started to feel heavy again and his throat filled with bile and blood.
Tord held his hand to his mouth and hunched over, holding his stomach with the other hand.
He dropped the gun and rushed out towards the bathroom; thankfully making it on time.

The Jehovas witness hurriedly followed him.
Wretching could be heard from outside the cracked door.

" It's alright.. just let it out. "

Tom heard Matt's voice.

Tom opened the door to see Matt rubbing Tords back as he heaved.
Tom decided to wait until the poor guy was done puking his guts up before speaking.

" Tord..? You ok?? "
He said hesitantly.

" Fan-fucking-tastic "
The horned male replied sourly.

Matt said nothing and just got up to wet a towel and hand it to Tord.

Tom heard a small thanks before Tord started to wipe his mouth with the cloth.

" Ill leave you two be "
Matt said before closing the door behind him.

Neither of the two males knew what to talk about.
They just both stayed in silence while Tord cleaned up.

" Follow me "
Tord said after a bit.

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The two sat outside on the back door patio and talked about the recent events.
Tord explained that he is due for surgery in a day to rid of the disease.
Tom did nothing but listen.

" So.. what caused it? "
He said when Tord stopped talking.

" You have to promise me you won't get mad. I can't control how this happened so whatever you do, don't jump to conclusions. "
Tord stared at the Jehovas witness sternly as he said this.

" ...Alright "

Tord took as deep a breath as he could and tried to calm down.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke,

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" You. "