The air around the crash site was thick with smoke, the aftermath of the battle still fresh and raw. Tom, Edd, and Matt stumbled over broken debris, their eyes sharp as they scanned for any signs of life. They weren't even sure what they were looking for. Or, rather, who they were looking for.
Then, amid the twisted metal and scattered embers, they found him.
Tord lay slumped against the wreckage, a harpoon embedded in his side, his breathing shallow and ragged. His eyes fluttered open, panic flashing briefly as he took in their faces.
"Tord," Edd whispered, his voice uncharacteristically soft, worry etched in his gaze. "You're alive..."
Tord tried to lift his head, his voice barely a whisper. "I... didn't expect... to see you."
Tom stood rigidly a few steps back, his fists clenched, anger flickering over his face—not at Tord, but at himself. This was his doing. No matter how much he had wanted Tord gone, he hadn't wanted... this.
As Edd knelt by Tord's side, pressing his hands to the wound in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding, Tord's expression softened, and he struggled to meet Tom's gaze. "I never... got to say... sorry."
Tom's face twisted, a storm of emotions held just beneath the surface. He wanted to scream, to blame Tord, to shout that it was his own fault, but all he felt was the crushing weight of his own guilt.
Before the world faded around him, Tord's lips formed one last, barely audible whisper. "Thank you... for coming back."
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Crash Site
FanficWhen a fateful encounter leaves Tord injured and vulnerable, the bonds of friendship are put to the test. As he lies amidst the remnants of a chaotic battle, Tom, Edd, and Matt grapple with their feelings of guilt and fear, struggling to find the ri...
