Black Eyes (TomTord Eddsworld Fic)

Ch. 27 Drilling Tiles

(Hello guys! I'm in woodshop now but I'm afraid I'm gonna fuck up my project because I told him I'm okay with working the band saw even though yesterday I accidentally broke it and didn't even do too well of cuts on it so
That's how my life's going. Also for roblox my name on there is XBraveli
I'm usually on there from 4:05(i think PM)-7:00 PM mountain time if you ever wanna join me and some friends or whatever! I'm up for anything! Also I haven't drawn Eddsworld so have a Funtime Foxy picture at the top!)

//Tom's POV//

I stared at the needle which seemed to be glowing by now. Questions ran through my head and it seemed like I would die if I didn't ask one. I refrained, though, letting my mind clear as I watched the needle.
Dear expanded in my chest every time I took a breath. It was horrible.
"T-Tord-?" I managed to croak out, tears filling my eyes. I heard a small humming behind the big needle so I sighed.

"Tord... I-I love-"
Pain.

I yelped, jolting a bit as the needle was forced into my head. I couldn't tell if it got past bone but it felt like it. I didn't want to know if the stuff running down my face was sweat or blood.

With every little move I took the needle burrowed itself deeper into my head, painfully.
I cried out, something I never do. Everything was turning hazy and I remember a distinctive pain in one of my arms as my vision slowly got overcome with black. It soon filled with a red haze and I relaxed, accepting what was coming to me.
It felt peaceful and safe.

//Edd's POV//
I groggily looked up at the clock, squinting as I tried to clear my blurry vision with multiple winks and blinks. "G-God.. What time I-is it?" I asked to no one in particular.
I tried moving my arms but I noticed it was completely still with some movements. I looked down and relaxed my squinting as I saw IV's. One in my right hand and one in my left elbow crevice. I groaned and laid my head back into the overly soft pillow on the overly hard bed.

Nothing seemed right. Where's Matt?
I didn't bother asking where Tom and Tord were. I didn't want to know, especially Tord.
What did Tom do? I hope he's okay, but he's not my main priority. My mind was set on Matt, and I can't convince myself otherwise. I tried moving my head, but it felt like stone. I pouted like a little kid and tried pushing myself up with my arms.

That only resulted in pain so I flopped back down and turned my head to the nurse button. I had the urge to press it. Maybe I could call Matt that way.
I slowly narrowed my eyes at it.

No.
Pressing that button would make people coo to me like a little kid. That button would make them drug me with Oxycontin or Morphine. They want me to be high off of some chemical before I'm allowed to make contact with the outside world.
They want me to be caged.

I frowned and looked to the ceiling. Up on the tile directly above me was a painting on it done by an obviously young kid. There was many colors splashed together. There was red, blue, purple, green, and many grays. And odd yet soothing combination.
It was signed in the corner but I couldn't squint far enough to see it so I decided to just enjoy the artwork.

((I know way too much about hospitals for my own good lmao))