The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed softly above, casting a sterile glow over the hospital corridor. Tom paced relentlessly, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts he couldn't seem to escape.
Edd and Matt sat nearby, the tension between them thick. Matt fidgeted with his phone, occasionally glancing toward the double doors that led to the operating room. Edd, on the other hand, sat silently, his eyes trained on the floor, lost in thought.
Hours passed before a doctor finally emerged, pulling down his mask. "He's stable—for now," the doctor informed them. "But he lost a lot of blood. It'll be a long recovery."
Relief washed over Edd's face as he leaned back, exhaling a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Matt nodded, though his usual cheer was dampened by the gravity of the situation. Tom didn't say a word, only turning away and resuming his pacing.
Inside the room, Tord lay unconscious, machines beeping steadily at his bedside. His face was pale, the shadow of his past battles etched into every line. But beneath the exterior, a war of memories raged on.
SHORT CHAPTER I KNOW! i wanted to save the rest for the next chapter. welp! hope you spookies liked this chapter a dont mind the fact that this one was shorter because of it.
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FanfictionWhen 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...
