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Tord

It wasn't long that Tord was out. He woke up sore and weak. He got out of the tub and stood over the sink a little, looking at the running water, then up at his own reflection. Initially, he didn't see his own reflection at first, causing him to yelp out and jerk back away from the sink. He hit the door and rubbed his head, groaning softly. He staggered to stand and shut off the water, turning to unlock the door and head to his own room. Laying down for a good half a minute, he sat up and slowly made his way out to the kitchen. He held himself in the blue hoodie, he had from sleeping in,  looking for anything very simple to take back to his room and nibble on. That was until he tore open. A small wound. He hissed out and began to shake as the blue hoodie soaked up the blood in one area on the hoodie near his shoulder. He tried to calm himself before going into a panic. He tugged off the clothing and winced as he took a piece of paper towel to the shallow wound. Walking to the kitchen table he laid his head down, his body acing and hurting.