TomTord Oneshots

I'm Sorry

(This shot is based off of the pic up above that I found on Pinterest. Hope you enjoy!)

Tom stood in the doorway of the bathroom, a look of worry over his face. His enemy, the one he had shot down with a harpoon not even two hours ago, was sitting on the toilet seat with his friend, Edd, trying to cut some bloodied bandages off of his arm, which looked torn to shit. Meanwhile, his other friend, Matt, was trying to calm the norski down from crying thanks to the pain.

"Hey, Tom, are you going out?" Edd asked, not looking away from his task.
"I was... thinking of." Tom replied.
"Can you pick up some gauze for us? I don't think we have enough..." Edd trailed off, finally making a dent in the heavily wrapped bandages. Tom gulped. Had he does this to Tord? Yeah, he did. He made the robot explode. He did this to him.

Tom threw his car keys at Matt, who caught them with a confused look.
"What?"
"Take my car and go get the medical supplies. I'll stay here." Tom stated, walking into the bathroom. He stood beside Tord as Matt nodded and left the room.

"Tord?" Tom asked, as his rival looked at him slightly. The Brit took notice that his eye was covered up with a makeshift bandage and his face as scarred as well.
"What?" Tord croaked out, whimpering slightly in pain as Edd continued to cut the bandages.
"I... I'm sorry..."
"I should be the sorry one. I blew up the house and almost killed you."
"I don't care. I can't believe I did this to you..." Tom trailed off for a moment. "Does it burn?"
"Yes." Tord replied, whimpering again as Edd had to lift the blood soaked banadages off of his deep wounds. Tom kneeled besides his enemy and pulled him close to his chest.
"What the fuck are you doing." Tord seemed to ask, but no emotion crossed his face. Only that his scars bled a little more and the non-damaged side of his face seemed to brighten up to a pink-ish color.
"Giving you a pillow. Don't read too much into it." Tom stated, keeping his voice gentle and calming towards Tord. This made the norski smile gently and relax as the bandages were cut completely off of his arm.

"Can you feel anything?" Edd asked as Matt returned with the gauze.
"Nope.... can't see either." Tord stated.
"Try lifting your arm." Matt said and Tord stayed still. "I said..."
"I'm trying, Matt." Tord stated, his voice staying monotone. "I told you, I can't feel it. I probably lost all the nerves in it..."
"That means that you'll have to amputate it, right?" Edd asked with a gulp and Tord nodded.
"I'll go to the doctor tomorrow. If I still can't feel anything." Tord said, still leaning on Tom as his arm was wrapped up again. Tom sighed.
"I'm sorry..."
"I told you, I deserved it. I forgive you."
"Doesn't mean I forgive myself." Tom muttered, loud enough for Tord to hear. The norski shot him a worried glance for a moment before relaxing again. Edd and Matt got up and started putting away the supplies while Tord sighed and stayed put leaning against Tom.
"I'm an idiot."
"I'm the idiot." Tom retorted.
"You aren't. You're the smart one."
"Doesn't mean that we both screwed up royally." Tom replied and made sure Edd and Matt were away from the bathroom before kissing the top of Tord's head. The norski blushed again, his face scars bleeding again. Tom picked up a washcloth and wiped away the blood gently before looking away, blushing gently himself.
"Don't read into that."
"I won't."