Aftermath (𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝙴𝚍𝚍 𝚡 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚍)

The Hotel

Patryck's pov

Patryck lays the barely conscious Tord down on a sofa in the living room. Paul walks in behind him closing and locking the door. Looking down at Tord, he seemed to be getting worse by the minute, even if it had only been an hour since the crash.

"Sir- we really should call a doctor for you. I'm worried you'll-"

Patryck gets cut off by Tord mumbling something to them. He clears his throat and speaks more clearly.

"No.. I can't have anyone see me like this, especially not the army. Just let Paul take care of me, and speak of this to no one."

Patryck nods his head nervously and walks off to make a few phone calls. He watches Paul off to the side as he fixes Tord up the best he can. He sighs and shakes his head, dialing the number and waiting for an answer.

"This is Patryck Dudulewicz, and I'm here with Paul ter Voorde, we've got ourselves in a bit of a situation here with Red Leader, and we'll be out of office for a few weeks. until then, keep Emil in charge of overseeing the base."

Patryck hangs up after leaving the voice mail, and Paul walks over to Patryck.

"Red's catching a fever, and I don't think we'll be able to save his arm.. I really think calling a doctor is necessary. he's asleep, now. we might be able to call one while he's out."

Patryck hums to himself as he thinks about the situation they're in at the moment. calling a doctor would be the best option, even if Tord gets mad at them. Patryck doesn't think Tord would fire them, at least he hopes. He would still be very upset, and an upset Tord with a fever is not a good thing.

"Let's wait until tomorrow, at least. he needs rest; we all do. I'm tired, you're tired, and he's sick. at least this will give us a little time to think about things."

Patryck tries to sound confident, but his words are full of uncertainty. Paul winces quietly and nods his head in agreement. Patryck reaches over and holds Paul's hand.

"Listen, we're going to be okay. You know Red can come back from something like this. we'll call one of our doctors in the morning. Then.. we'll see. I'm sure Red has a plan."

"As long as he doesn't fire us.." Paul retorts.

"He won't fire us. He can't. We all need each other, especially now."

Paul nods his head and sighs, leaning into Patryck. Patryck holds him in his arms and kisses him on the forehead before they both walk off to the bed to sleep.

"One of us needs to be awake to help Red. I can stay up for a few hours and wake you up later."

Patryck nodded and sighed, half thankful Paul was offering to watch him. He was exhausted and seriously needed to sleep, even if just for a few hours. Paul pats Patryck's shoulder lightly before leaving the room to take care of Tord.

Patryck lays down on the stiff hotel mattress, almost instantly falling asleep.

His sleep was dreamless, like most nights. This time he was thankful, though. He didn't want any nightmares about robot or plane crashes.

All too soon, Patryck was awoken by Paul for his turn of watching over Tord. Pat mumbled something in protest, but got up after a few moments of perpetual shaking.

Neither Paul nor Patryck said much to each other as Paul laid down in the bed, still in uniform. Patryck shakes his head and walks out into the main room, sitting down in a chair in the corner so he could watch Tord.

Looking at him like this made him feel really bad, Tord's soft whimpering in his sleep filling Patryck with pity for the man. Unfortunately there wasn't much he could do except wait and follow orders, even if they were going to break one tomorrow.

The next few hours were mostly uneventful, Patryck occasionally getting up to get Tord water or help him to the restroom. He ended up staying awake the rest of the night, suddenly hearing the early birds of the morning as he drifted off into thought.

Paul walked out of the small bedroom and into the kitchenette to find something for breakfast. Patryck didn't stop him, too hungry to care about hotel fees at the moment. He walks over to Tord and gently shakes him to wake him.

"Red, wake up. You need to eat."

Tord mumbles something in Norwegian to Patryck and rolls over groaning in pain. Patryck winces at the pitiful leader, helping him sit up so he can eat and take some medicine.

Paul walks over to the both of them with bowls of cereal and milk. Patryck takes one as he sets the other down on the end table next to Tord. Pat reaches over to help Tord eat, but Tord snaps at him.

"I'm not a baby, I can feed myself."

Patryck promptly apologizes and eats his own food, occasionally stealing glances at Tord as he struggles to eat with his left hand and being as weak as he is.

After breakfast, Paul cleans Tord's face wounds with much struggle, his cries stabbing daggers into Pat's heart. Luckily, Tord manages to fall asleep again, leaving Paul and Patryck to call a doctor.

They both look at each other, unsure if they want to go against Tord's orders. Paul nods his head, Patryck sighs, and then he dials the number.