Min Alltid| An Eddsworld Fanfiction

Chapter Three: Awaken (edited)

     Tom's eyes burst open, his chest pumping up and down from the nightmare. He felt the crimson liquid rush through his body and shivered. His fingers felt frozen and his whole body covered in a sheet of cold sweat. His heard ringing, and beeping bit at his ears. Tom gasped for air as he ran a hand through is spiky hair. He squeezed his eyes shut then opened them again, gaining his vision in the very lit room. 

     Everything smelled crisp and sterile. Tom was sitting up (painfully might I add) in a stark white medical cot with light red sheets draped over his lap and legs. The room was big enough to hold 5 reasonable sized medical cots, walk room, and medical gear. It was obviously a medical room. Panel lights were constructed inside the ceiling and gave off an illuminated white glow that filled the room and reached the darkest corners. A double doorway over towered everything and sat in the wall in front on Tom. He himself was attached to cords that ran into different machines.

     Tom, still covered in a shine of sweat, pulled his legs off the cot and stood just barely, not minding the cords that unattached from his person. He huffed, his breath shaky and legs quivering under the crushing weight. Without even realizing, Tom crashed to the floor in pain. He grunted and lightly cried out, pain courses through his body and small unhealed cuts start to bleed. On the way down, he attempted to caught himself on the cot, but instead made it collapse on its side. The machines in the background went bizarre and shot off ringing, materializing echoes in the white room. Tom whimpered covering his ears, pit eyes, and then curling in on himself. The light red sheet was now dotted with his blood and resting on his head, with part of it on the witness's upper chest. 

     As the uncomfortable sounds rung in Tom's ears, the double doors swung open with a human racing through them. They gasped at the sight of the tossed cot and small ball of human on the floor. The unnamed person gently scooped up Tom and laid him on another medical cot, attaching different wires to his person. They patched up the small cuts and after deeming Tom adequate on safety, they brushed some stray hairs from his forehead, sighed, and pulled the light red sheet up to his lower chest.

     "It's okay, Thomas. You'll be fine. Just calm down, take deep breaths. It'll be alright." Their voice was somewhat soothing and Tom followed the gentle orders. The person beside him huffed in relief and turned towards the toppled cot. They sighed, reaching down and pulled the cot into balance. After turning off the blaring machines and silence fell into the room, they walked out the swinging doors, "don't worry, Thomas, I'll be right back."

     Tom groaned and lightly nuzzled his head into the pillow. His whole ached and felt against the him. Though he was able to see, Tom's eyes still pained him and everything in his peripheral vision was blurred. The cuts sting and the burns that covered over 50%  of his skin tissue pained him with every movement. When he had woken, Tom had realized this pain because at the time the stinging and aching was dull. That is until he attempted to get up.

     'It must have been the adrenaline.'

     The double doors swung open again and Tom slightly raised his head with a light grunt. He caught blurry sight of the unnamed person from earlier along with a familiar horned hair cut and facial features.

     The familiar man's accent lightly echoed in the med room, "Hello...old friend."