Aftermath (𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝙴𝚍𝚍 𝚡 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚍)

Tord needs help (no big surprise)

Tord's Pov

Tord looks down at his new arm with a sigh of relief, twisting his wrist, forearm and fingers all individually for a moment. He smirks, impressed with how well it works.

"Thanks, you two. I can't believe it's actually working.. haha! Of course, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you two."

"Er, Thank you, Sir."

Tord smiles and stands up, almost immediately falling into Paul. He nearly forgot he had barely any blood left in him. Paul almost falls down with him, but manages to hold him up. After all, Tord was surprisingly small.

"Sorry, I suppose I need more blood in me. Where did Dr. V. go? Are they still here?"

"They went to rest in the bedroom."

"Hm. Patryck, go tell them we're done and they can go back to the base. Also, ask if they have anything to replenish blood."

"Yes Sir."

Patryck walks off to the bedroom with that, Paul setting Tord down on the couch again. Tord thinks to himself as they wait for Patryck to come back. Tord is still unwell, and they can't stay at this shitty hotel for much longer. Another day at most. He'll need somewhere to stay while his face heals and he's no longer sick.

Tord taps his fingers as he thinks of places to go. He can't have any of his allies help him, at least not yet. If anyone finds out about his state, he could be in danger. Tord also doesn't have many friends outside of Edd, Tom and Matt.

He stops for a second as he thinks about that. They did survive the explosion. And knowing Edd, he'll probably forgive him, and Matt is too stupid to care, even if he's upset about his face.

The hardest part would be convincing Tom to not try and kill him. Tord didn't want to have to fight with Tom, even if they hate each other. He'll have to talk with Paul and Patryck about finding where they live.

Speaking of Patryck, Tord hears him walk back into the room with Dr. V.

"Hello, Red- oh wow, that's a fancy arm you have there. I'm surprised you were able to get something like that on without my help"

Tord glares at their comment.

"Haha.. anyways, I'll be able to prescribe you some pills to help keep your fever down, and some to help replenish your blood. Take 3 a day, one at every meal. You should be okay in a few weeks. Now for your face.. it should be able to heal on its own, but keep it clean and bandaged for now. You'll know when you can take them off. But other than that, I'm sure everything will be okay with you."

Tord nods and says, "Thank you, Doctor. I'll see about giving you a raise when I'm able to return to the base."

"Oh- thank you, Red Leader. I'm truly glad to be a part of this. I'll be seeing you."

Tord nods as they walk out of the hotel with their equipment, Paul and Patryck helping take a few things to their car. Tord takes the pills the doctor said to and finds a pad of paper to write some things down.

Paul and Patryck return to the room talking with each other about when they'll be able to go to the base again. Tord hears them and looks up.

"Alright soldiers,"

Paul and Patryck stop walking and turn their attention to Tord.

"I'm sure you're aware about how we cannot stay at this hotel for much longer. Unfortunately, I don't believe returning to the base is a good idea yet. Until then, I'll have to find a place to stay. I've thought about things, and I think I have an idea. Paul, Patryck, you remember those friends of mine that I used to stay with?"

"You mean those guys whose house you blew up?"

Tord clenches his robotic fist at Paul's comment, the strange feeling of guilt flooding his heart.

"Er- yes.. those friends. I'm certain they're still alive, after all I watched them walk off. We need to find them. At the moment, I believe they're the only ones that I can stay with."

"But Sir, you don't think they'll be.. mad? I'm not sure if they'll let you-"

Tord cuts off Patryck and says, "I'm aware, but do you have any other options?"

"Uh, no.. Sorry, Sir."

He hums to himself and thinks silently for a few seconds. "Paul, I'll need you to check on where they could have moved to. Check the housing markets, and see if they've done anything massively idiotic enough to get themselves in the news already. It shouldn't take too long, they're all pretty dumb. And Patryck, call and make sure everything at the base is going okay without me. It should, but I just want to be sure. I'm going to take a nap until you have everything done. I want them found by the end of the night so we can leave tomorrow."

Paul and Patryck both nod at their orders and walk off to make sure everything gets done. Tord sighs in relief and lays down on the couch to sleep.

•      •      •

Tord wakes up later that night with Patryck shaking his shoulder. Tord groans in frustration, his head throbbing with a migraine. He sits up, regardless and is handed some medicine and a plate of macaroni and cheese.

"Thanks, Pat.."

Patryck nods and Tord takes the pills with a glass of water. Tord eats about half the bowl of macaroni, his appetite not as healthy as it should be.

"So have you two found anything on Edd, Matt and Tom?"

"Well, actually, Paul thinks he might know. He found some security footage around the city, and they went to this apartment complex."

Patryck pulls out his phone and shows Tord.
"Hm. I suppose I know where I'm going, tomorrow. You two can catch up on work at the base while I stay with them."

"Alright. I'll go tell Paul. We'll head to sleep after this. Do you want help to the bed?"

"No, I don't want to move very much right now. Just stay there for the night."

Patryck nods and walks into the bedroom to tell Paul and go to bed, turning off most of the lights in the main room as he leaves.

Tord fiddles with his arm as he eats his food, wondering how tomorrow will go. He's sure Matt won't care and has probably forgotten about what has happened already, Tom would be incredibly difficult to handle, but he wasn't sure about Edd. Edd is a lot smarter than the other two, even if he's still an imbecile. Tord could see Edd hating him and not allowing him to stay. He'll just have to hope tomorrow goes okay.