My Own Medicine ¦ TomTord

Chapter Two: Early Morning, Afternoon

That day, as Tord was going to sleep, he noticed the bruises on his arms, legs and stomach. They were a light blue-ish purple colour. He threw on his pyjamas and dove into his bed, of course, scrolling through his phone for a while before falling asleep.

As he awoke, his whole body ached. Shit, he didn't want to get up. Plus, it was still pretty early. Yet, he decided to conquer himself and actually get up while the sun was still rising. He went to the kitchen just to see Tom's back facing him. He was wearing headphones. This was the perfect scene for a surprise attack...

"Hey!" Tord cheerfully exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Tom's waist and lifting him from the ground for a bit.

"You commie!" He shouted angrily in response. "I got up early on purpose just so I wouldn't have to deal with you," He said while taking off his headphones and putting them on the counter.

"Too bad."

"You look horrible, the bandages and everything. Not to mention the fact that you have never heard of a hairbrush."

"Cut me some slack! You beat me up and I just woke up." he crossed his arms.

Tom laughed to himself. "And for good reason." He said sarcastically.

Tord rolled his eyes and nudged Tom on the shoulder.

He jumped and stepped back from Tord. "Shit man, that hurts!" He said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a bright, purple bruise.

Tord's short-sleeved pyjama revealed some of the bruises on his arm. Though Tom probably had it worse since Tord's punches were thrown from his robotic arm. "Look," Tord said, slightly lifting up his shirt to uncover the bruises on his sides. "You fucked me up good." He joked.

Tom looked at the bruises with a smirk. "You deserve that."

Tord scoffed while they both fixed breakfast for themselves. Mornings were suspiciously quiet between the two but so relaxing and a break from the usual arguing. For once in the day, they could bear to look at each other and even chat.

While Tord swallowed the last bite of the sandwich that he made himself, he started speaking. "I'm thinking of going to my parent's place for the weekend. I haven't seen them since... You know." He said, vaguely referring to the giant robot incident.

Tom nodded. "you know, it would be so much more calmer here. Why not stay for a week?" He teased. Being complete assholes to each other was the way that they communicated, and both of them were okay with it. Well, usually at least.

"Shut up asshole, you couldn't live without me.

He shrugged. "I could, but Matt wouldn't have anyone to fix the TV."

"Exactly. This house would fall down if I wasn't here."

"You fucker, it did collapse because of you."

"... I forgot to take my meds then."

"But you don't take meds? You should though."

"Oh yeah."

They stared at each other for a silent second before bursting out in laughter.

Tord cleaned up and put the dishes in the sink. "Haha, you're gonna have to wash the dishes."

Tom's expression quickly changed. "Well, why can't you do the dishes for once, dipshit?"

Tord looked around, shrugged and blatantly pointed to his arm. "I can show you up close." He said while starting to disassemble his prosthetic arm.

"Sunshine lollipops, no need. Keep your arm on, I'll do the dishes." Tom said, shaking his head.

"it's this early and you're already at each other's throats?" Edd came in, stretching his arms and wearing his signature green hoodie. "Oh," He quietly said to himself, seeing that the two were suspiciously calm. "I could've sworn you were just swearing at each other!" He sighed, gesturing to his two roommates.

"We were about to break each other's necks but you walked in," Tom commented, to which Tord responded with a chuckle before agreeing with a nod.

"I'm going to go work on some stuff for a while, I'll be in my room." Tord said while leaving.

"Don't you dare to destroy the house again, " Edd laughed as Tord left the room. "So... Did you actually get along?" He then added, opening the refrigerator to make himself breakfast.

Tom sighed, thinking back on the past hour. "Well... I guess so, I mean- he's still a complete asshole. The first thing he did when he saw me was basically tackle me" He overexaggerated maybe a little bit but it was more or less the truth.

"You know why? Cuz you're always being trashy around us, but especially - him. Tom, you're the asshole." Edd explained.

"I'm not! He tried to kill us all!" He defended himself, crossing his arms.

Edd shrugged. He didn't want to argue when he knows that Tom will ignore all of his advice. Why waste his voice?

A lot more later in the day, after lunch, Tom felt a strange feeling, he felt the sudden urge to check up on the Norwegian. He walked up to his room and opened the door to find Tord listening to some random CD from a band that Tom hadn't even heard of and laying on the bed in his room that smelled of strong tobacco, mindlessly staring at the ceiling. He seemed really depressed from the way that his face sunk into itself, and the most noticeable detail by far was his missing arm. The brit had never seen him without the robotic arm and some sort of eye covering. For once what was an aggressive, unpredictable man now looking so helpless and lost? His shorts revealed a few bruisings on his leg and the other one's skin is darker just like half of his face. Then he noticed that of what used to be Tord's arm was left. It wasn't fully healed but it was getting there. It wasn't a pretty sight, especially shocking when he was used to Tord always doing something and now he hasn't even changed out of his pyjama, only put on shorts since it was apparently too got for him inside.

Tom snapped out of it and cleared his throat, indicating that he was in the room. He watched as Tord's face looked surprised and even a bit scared. "Tom! What are you doing here? Need something?"

"No, just making sure you're not scheming something." He joked.

Tord frantically searched for his arm and eyepatch, he hated being seen as vulnerable by others. "Shut up."

"Hey, it's ok. You don't need that robotic arm and eyepatch, you're fine as you are," Tom spoke and went to sit down next to Tord on the bed. "Got anything on your mind?"