Tom's Tears

|CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO|

It felt like hours, but it was only forty-five minutes. Tord opened his eyes. His headache is gone. It has vanished.

Tord takes the ice pack of his head. It melted it a bit. He wiped the wetness off his forehead with his red sleeve.

Slowly he got off the medical bed. He went over to the cabinets and opened it.

Taking out a paper cup, he filled it with the sink's tap water and calmly takes a few sips from the tiny cup.

Once he finished he crumbled it and tossed it into the garbage. Sniffling a bit as he ran a hand through his hair, he went to the door and exited.

Leylah lifted her head from her computer. She was typing on it while wearing bloody gloves. So the keys started to get stained with red.

"Hi sir! Just finished performing a surgery! Man that blood was so bright and fun! It got all over my hands, see?" Leylah lifted her gloved hands, showing the blood on them.

"Yes I see, where's Tom?" Tord asked which is followed by the action of a yawn.

"In the room that is resided beside yours." Leylah replied before focusing on her online medical work and began typing once again.

"Thank you." Tord mumbled as he went over to the room. He takes a deep breath as he eyed at the numbers.

Room 203.

He swallowed down his guilt and blinked away his glossed of tears. Knowing Tom very well has no recollection of memory of the traumatic events that occurred.

Tord sets his robotic hand on the door knob. He debated if he should really head inside.

Before he can contemplate any further, Liam walked over. "Hey, Tord." He greeted.

Tord sighed and turned around, looking at the Russian. "What do you want." He asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Just wanted to say that the corpses were in the morgue but we eventually teared their limbs, burnt them, and fed them to the security dogs." Liam informed with no remorse.

"Lovely. Get the hell away from me." Tord snapped and swayed his hand. Liam scoffed as he rolled his green eyes.

"Just informing you, have fun with your boyfriend." Liam grumbled.

A small smile rises onto Tord's face as he replied.

"You too."

Liam tensed up. He turned his head as he clenched his teeth. "How do you know I'm with Brandon?"

Tord shrugged his shoulders. "It's plainly obvious. I've even seen you two kissed before during a damn war."

"Right." Liam hissed out as balled his fists. Before he could turn away, Tord spoke up once again.

"Treat Brandon right. Don't treat him how you treated me."

Liam sighed as he nodded. "I know. I learned my lesson." Tord sighed as a smile crept up on his lips.

"Good. You're dismissed." Tord responded.

Liam returned the smile out of hesitation before he left the infirmary. A bandage on his arm as in the distance, Liam is seen pulling his black sweater sleeve over it.

Tord shakes his head. "That stupid Russian." He mumbled before he turned back to Tom's room.

"Now, I have to focus on the task at hand...."

"Seeing Tom."