Wash It Down With Rum (tomtord fanfic)

Drunken Tord

(Tom's pov)

Tord's been locked up in his room for the last night or so, I think it's because he's afraid of me. I am truly sorry about hitting him but I just got so angry. I knock on Tord's door hearing a muffled sob. That's when I really start worrying, he's a tough guy he doesn't cry for anything. I knock again before opening the door to a very drunk Tord that just so happens to be having a panic attack, well monkey bread. I walk over to him he looks at me in horror mumbling something about not being able to find some kind of medicine. "Umm Tord are you ok?" I ask he finally seems to notice me. He gets up only to fall back down I lean down to help him only to be pushed away, as he frantically try's to get away from me. Getting a bit frustrated I remind myself that he's was just panicking, so I reach forward and garb Tord pull in him to me hugging him and getting him to calm down a bit. He was still shaking when he finally said something "Tom I- I need to find m-my medicine." "What medicine?" I ask getting worried. He lets go and looks me dead in the eye. "I have schizophrenia Tom. That's why I was such an unstable ass ok. And I get it you still hate me hell I hate me too but I need those god dammed pills!" He states. He then gets up this time not falling but frantically searching for his pills. I get up looking in the other part of his room. After about ten minutes I find a bottle of pills I call over to Tord, and hand him the bottle his eyes light up as he reads the label. I watch as he opens the bottle and downs one of the pills he closes the bottle and smiles. "Tom I'm sorry about that out burst it won't happen again." He says before hugging me and then quickly turning and putting his pill on his night stand. "well I'm just glad that you got something that will help you more than a shitty friend like me." I say turning to the door before I hear Tord speak up " well Tom everybody can change. And that means the you can be a good friend, so give it some thought." He says his norwegian accent so thick it was hard to understand. "I'll try." I say before leaving and closing the door behind me.

... Heh I guess the commie isn't so bad after all.

(oh shis das it k see ya)