His New Wife

༺ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 ༻

"Don't worry Tord...everything will be okay..."

    Tord is rushed to an intensive care unit in the infirmary at the Red Army London site. His injuries were too severe to fly back to Oslo. Mona perks up as her phone rings, the caller ID reading 'Mamma.' "Sorry guys, I have to take this." She apologizes to Patryk and Paul as she steps from the waiting room to outside. "Hey mama...how are you?" "Hello min lille. Why haven't you come to see me and the boys this week?" Mona frowns, chewing on her lip. "Sorry mama...but...something happened. Me and Tord...he had a mission and...well for right now, he's in intensive care." She hears her mother gasp on the other side of the line. "Oh my stars! Is he going to be okay?" Mona nods, though her mother couldn't see it. "Yes, they say he should be fine. His breathing hasn't even gone shallow so that's good." Agnes pauses, seemingly scared to ask her next question. "A-Are you okay, Mona?" "I'm fine, mama. Just a nasty gash across my nose. It was a simple fix. Didn't even need stitches!" Agnes sighs. "What happened...?" Mona chews on her lip once more before telling her mother everything that has happened on the mission so far (deciding to leave out the small lover's quarrel that she and Tord had).

   "I see...I'm so sorry Mona. But at least he's in very good condition for going through an explosion like that..." Mona sighs, messing with her hands. "We might have to stay in London for a while...they're saying around a year to make sure we can come back to Oslo without trouble..." Agnes hums a little, more than likely cooking dinner for the boys by now. "I see...just be sure to call and text me every day, alright? I'm gonna miss you while you're gone." "I will, mama. I love you." Agnes smiles on her end of the call. "I love you too, min lille." Mona hangs up, looking over as Paul exits the waiting room. "...Red Leader is stable and awake...if you want to see him." Mona smiles and nods. "Yes...thank you."

    Mona quietly enters Tord's room, smiling a little. "Tord...? They said you were awake..." "Over here, min kjærlighet..." Mona's heart breaks hearing her fiancé's wheezing. She quickly scurries to Tord's bedside, holding the hand that wasn't bandaged. He couldn't seem to look Mona in the eyes. "Tord...darling...please look at me..." She begs, smiling a little as Tord glances at her. "...You shouldn't have to see me like this...I must look weak..." "Weak?!" Mona gasps, sounding genuinely offended. "Tord, you're anything but! Look at you! You're alive! The doctors have been talking about how you should have died in the explosion yet here you are, already on the road to recovery!" Tord stares at Mona for a moment before letting out a breathy chuckle. "I appreciate your pep talk, love...but maybe...I should have died in that explosion." Mona's chest tightens as Tord continues. "You were right, Mona...I've been nothing but awful and...and..." He starts wheezing and Mona tries to calm him down. "I...I hur...hurt...!" He was making it harder to breathe for himself. Mona leans over and spams the nurse call button, eyes panicked. "T-Tord! Please calm down...!" "D...Died! Died!" A few nurses rush in and Mona backs away. "We can take care of him from here, ma'am...why don't you go rest...?" Mona nods, sadly looking back at her fiancé before exiting the room.

   "Corporal Ivan Volkov. State your name, rank, and business." "Hey there Ivan..." She hears the corporal shift. "Mona! Is everything alright? I haven't heard a word from Red Leader." Mona chews on her lip before sighing. "It's...not looking good. Mentally, I mean. Tord is doing phenomenal for someone who just survived an explosion but—" "Wait, explosion? What in the hell happened? I thought it was a simple retrieval mission from an old friend's home." Mona paces. "A-And it was but...something went wrong. I'm not sure what but...he was shot down. With a harpoon gun, oddly enough." She shakes her head. "I've never seen him so...upset, Ivan. He...He kept saying how he should have died..." Mona's eyes well with tears as she paces. "I-It's my fault. It's my fault he's thinking like this..." Ivan frowns. "What do you mean?" Mona chews on her lip, her tears falling. "We got into a fight and...and we got mad at each other and I said he was acting like an asshole to his friends...and now he...he..." She lets out a sob and Ivan quickly begins trying to calm her down. "Mona, you had absolutely no way of knowing that something like this was going to happen. You can't beat yourself up over something you can't control." "If I didn't say those things to him he wouldn't be thinking like this, Ivan!" She wails, having to sit down on the floor because of how hard she was crying. Ivan was silent for a moment. "You were only doing what you thought was right, Mona. I think this is him realizing what he's done." Some silence between the two before Ivan shifts. "Hey, I have to go...but promise me you won't keep beating yourself up over this...okay...?" When he doesn't get an answer, he sighs. "...Goodbye Mona." The line goes dead.

    Mona stares at the destroyed house, frowning. She didn't know where Edd and the others went after she went to find Tord, but she doubts that they wanted to see her anyway. Patryk steps beside her, casting a worried glance her way. "Hey, you." Mona looks up, recognizing the man approaching them. "Hey...Eduardo, right?" She subtly stops Patryk from reaching for his pistol. "Yeah. You're Mona, right? We've talked a few times." He pauses. "I'm...sorry about what happened to that red creep. But not because I like him. But you're really kind and I could see how much he meant to you." He scratches the back of his neck. "I guess we both lost someone in this whole fiasco, huh?" Patryk and Paul don't correct Eduardo, and neither does Mona. "Jon, was it? I'm so sorry about what happened to him...it should have never happened..." The Latino man nods before turning to walk away. "Well, we've got a lot of packing to do...I'll tell Mark you said hello." "Wait, Eduardo!" He turns back. "Where are you moving to?"

   "It's only about ten minutes into town." Mona comments and Eduardo nods. "Yeah...from what I heard, the three next door moved there too." Mona smiles at him and nods. "Thanks...I need to talk to them and let them know I'm alright...and I guess find a place to stay there too." Eduardo waves to Mona as she heads back to the car with Patryk. "See you around, Mona." "You too Eduardo." The drive was long and silent, but they finally made it. The trio exit the car and face the apartment complex. "This is the place..." Patryk says quietly and Mona nods. "Yeah...I called ahead. They should have an apartment ready for us and a year lease. It'll...It'll be under 'Theodorsen.'" Patryk nods and heads inside as Mona and Paul get the bags. "So what's the plan, ma'am? You're technically second in command with this whole wife stuff." Mona sighs and looks at the building. "...I guess just live a pseudo-normal life until Tord is better. Then we go back to how it was." Paul salutes. "Yes ma'am."

    "I'm telling you, we're all together! Just give me the damn key." Mona perks up upon hearing Patryk argue with someone. "I'm sorry sir, but the person who called ahead for a Theodorsen was clearly female! If you cannot provide the madam who called, I cannot help you." Mona approaches the desk, an annoyed look already plastered on her face. "I'm the one who called for Theodorsen. Now please, give my friend the keys so we can carry these heavy bags upstairs." The man behind the counter stiffens a bit. "Yes ma'am!" Mona shakes her head as she goes back to Paul.

"I just hope I can talk to Edd and the others...and apologize."