Tom's Tears

|CHAPTER SEVEN|

"–How's Thomas doing, Leylah?" Tord asks towards his head mistress of a medic.

Leylah is sitting in her chair as she is typing on her computer. She lifted her head when she noticed her leader standing there.

"Stable. He's awake and confused. He tried ripping the goggles off but to no prevail. This imediantly resulted into a panic attack and now he is at the isolated-calm-room for the time being. Do you want to see him? My–the surgery was fun! His entire face was covered in blood!" She cheerfully beamed the last part.

"I.. don't need to hear the details." Tord rolled his eyes but one is covered by the eyepatch.

Leylah sighed and rested her chin on her palm. She stuck out her bottom lip as she replied. "You're no fun."

Tord narrowed his eyes towards her which made her grin. "Anyway! He's over there."

She turned on her chair and pointed down the hallway where the room is. "Takk, Leylah." Tord responded in Norwegian as he walked into the direction that she is pointing at.

"Asshole." Leylah grumbled under her breath as she continued to type on her computer. Occasionally watching surgery videos that is on another tab with a psychotic smile on her face.

Tord entered the room with easy access. The scanner scanned his robotic hand and the door unhatched for him to open.

He gripped the knob and turned it. Seeing Tom in the corner with his entire body trembling.

Tord shuts the door behind him as he walked over. "Thomas–Tom, Tom. Can you look at me?" He asked as his accent thickens.

Tom's 'eyes' slowly look up. He gasped a bit. The brightest green of goggled eyes make contact with Tord's bright blood-thirsty eye.

A small smile grows onto Tord's lips as he held his robotic hand out. "You're okay. You're safe with me." He reassured.

Tom clenched his teeth as he turned his head. Shouting out, "What the hell is going on?! You haven't even gave me an explanation! Next thing I know I have this shit attached to my face?!!"

"Tom." Tord snapped out which made Tom's questions of flooding be silenced. Like rocks blocking the current of a rushing stream of blue.

"These goggles are here to help you. You had eye cancer, Thomas. I had to have my medical team quickly remove the cancer as much as we possibly can. And in conclusion to this, we had to perform surgery and have these digital eyes be set for you to help your eye sight. If we didn't do such things, the cancer would've eaten towards your brain – or other parts of your body and eventually kill you." Tord explained as he knelt down.

His hand resting on Tom's shoulder and his blood-thirsty eye softened and replaced with care towards the panicked male.

"I had.. cancer?" Tom asked as his lips trembled in shock. His digital green eyes looked up towards Tord in shock.

"Yes, unfortunately." Tord replied.