Magenta

Sick

Tord had been pretty agitated recently. Just dealing with the army and the “Stupid fuckheads” that he has meetings with has been annoying the fuck out of the poor boy.

Tom had been attending every meeting with him and took notes. The small boy followed Tord around the base everywhere he went. But today was different. Tom sat up very slowly. Everything looked darker.

Tom shakily stood and struggled to walk to the bathroom. When he looked in the mirror, he gasped. He looked so pale. When Tom looked around the bedroom, he realised that Tord wasn’t there. Everything started spinning, so Tom just sat on the floor and held his head in his little hands until it seemed to stop. “Ugh… T-Tord?” He whimpered. Standing back up and wobbling to the door. “Tord?” he said softly after noticing he was at his desk.

“Yes, min kattunge?” he said kind of dully. “Mmm…I-I, M-Mm…” was all Tom could mutter as he tried to walk towards the desk, but the room started spinning again, Tom immediately fell to his knees and threw up, almost passing out. “What the fuck!?” Tord shot up from his seat and rushed to his lover’s side. “Hey hey hey! Are you okay? Whats wrong? Thomas?” Tom was still awake but unresponsive, he looked dazed and confused.

In a panic Tord scooped him up and rushed him into the medical ward. “Help! I dont know what's wrong with him!” Tord shouted and he threw the doors to the ward open. Everyone stopped what they were doing and two doctors lead them to an empty room. One of the doctors shined a flashlight in his eyes but he didnt respond. He just stared dully at the ceiling. The other doctor drew his blood and hooked him up to a heart moniter and a machine to help him breath since he was struggling.

“Wh-What’s going on? Whats wrong with him? Is he going to be okay?” Tord spilled questions to the two doctors. “Well-” One of the doctors gasped and put a belt into Tom’s mouth as he started to violently shake. “That.” the other doctor said and held his arms down until it passed. The small boy shot up and ripped the belt out of his mouth and violently threw up on the floor. “Ugh… huh?” He dizzily looked around. Eventually his gaze found Tord who had tears rolling down his cheeks. “Tord?” Tom asked softly. The bigger male very carefully hugged the boy and rubbed his back. “Shhh, shh. You’re okay… You’re okay.” Tord hushed the boy. “Here put this back on.” The doctor had Tom put the oxygen mask back on. “Okay honey, lay down and get some rest.” She said while putting an ice pack on the boy’s head.

Tord pulled out his phone and called someone, he said a lot of stuff, but Tom couldn’t understand because he didn’t know norwegian. Tord held onto Tom’s hand tightly, gently rubbing his knuckles. A few nurses brought in some equipment for an ultrasound. It all went well, the baby was okay, and for now, Tom was okay.

“Ugh... I still dont know what happened.. where am I? What's going on? Is the baby okay?” Tom slurred his words slightly. Tord kissed him softly and pushed the hair out of the boys face. He's much safter being monitered for the rest of the day. The doctors spoke to Tord in his native tongue. Tom stirred with worry, trying to understand what they were saying.

Tord gave him a chuckle and a sad smile. “The baby is just fine kjærlighet, but they want to monitor you and have you on bedrest for the rest of the pregnancy.” Tord said kindly. Tom groaned. “But that's almost a month! I don’t want to be stuck in here for a month!” He grumbled.

“I know, honey, but it’s for the best, and you won’t be alone, I’ll be here with you!” Tord tried to make him feel better. “But don’t you have things to do?” Tom asked with concern. “It’s taken care of. You are my priority, Tom.” Tord kissed the small boy's forehead. Tom huffed and  rested his head against Tord's hand “This sucks... I'm sorry...”

“I know, honey, it's not your fault. Just rest, okay?” The bigger male rubbed Tom's cheek. "You'll stay with me? Are you sure? Won't the army need you?" He asked with a bit of fear. "Like I said hun, it's taken care of, don't worry about it, that's my job. You get some rest." He said softly, gently running his fingers through the boy's scalp. Tom nodded and let his body relax.

Once Tom fell asleep, the bigger male demanded that extra security be stationed outside of Tom’s room in the medical ward. Tord also had special precautions for soldiers coming in and out of the medical ward.

No one was allowed in the west wing except for medical staff, security, Tord, and his two best soldiers. Unlike the rest of the medical ward's rooms, Tom's personal room was massive. They moved a desk and another bed in there so Tord could stay with his love.

If Tord was still required in a meeting, he planned on having Paul and Pat stay with him in his absence. No one was allowed near Tom... all of these plans were set within the next five hours. Tord was surprisingly prepared for "Tom related emergencies."

When Tom stirred awake, he was met with Tord sitting next to him, looking at some papers. "Tord? Are you still here?" He asked sleppily.

"Yes, baby. Are you okay?" Tom nodded. "I'm hungry..." Tord chuckled and kissed the boy softly, "what would you like to eat?"

The boy thought for a moment... "I think I'm feeling Chinese food." Tord seemed genuinely surprised, Tom usually sticks to his "Safe Foods," so the fact he's willing to try something new is really exciting. "Are you sure?" Tord teased.

"Baby demands sweet and sour chicken!" The boy giggled.