Tord was lightly snoring, slightly shifting every now and then in his sleep. His hair began to tickle his nose a bit and woke him. He sneezed a bit and his eyes opened up. Yawning tiredly, he cuddled close to Tom. "Tom?" He groaned a little as he shifted to a comfortable position on top of the eyeless Englishman. "What's th-" he was cut off by a yawn. "The time? I'm kinda hungry." He mumbled and rubbed his eyes.
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أدب الهواةTord starts off in the hospital, and when he gets home, things change.
