Tord woke up in a room with clothes laid out at the foot of his bed. All of his bandages were replaced and a bottle of ibuprofen had been placed on the table next to him.
His throat hurt and he desperately need water. He lifted himself gingerly out of the creaky bed and limped to the door of the small green bedroom. He peeked outside and observed Edd asleep on the couch. Tord walked over to his friend and leaned down to gently peck him on the cheek in a silent thanks for saving him despite all of the terrible things he did.
He carried himself to the sink in the apartment kitchen and pulled the sink handle towards him, leaning forward to drink the water that came rushing out of the faucet. He wiped his sleeve across his now slightly damp chin, using it as a makeshift napkin.
Tord spun around as he heard the doorknob of the apartment twist and the door was flung open.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?"
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Shattered
FanfictionTord is self destructing. Ever since the "incident" he just hasn't been the same. That's what Paul calls it. "The incident" Nothing more... Nothing less. He holds tight to his last strings of sanity. No more updates. I've been on a very long creativ...
