((Sorry bout the break.. a lot of stuff went down..))
Tom slapped tords hand away in surprise, tears flowing out of his beautiful, void eyes. "I dont know what you mean..." tom replied blankly. He wasn't to show emotion in situations like such, though it seems he was failing at such a basic rule as this quite terribly. He stared down at his stinging hand, then at the object it came in contact to. Though red, the boy hadn't flinched at the slap. He hadn't got mad and hit him back, nor had he started yelling at tom. His eyes were soft, and he gave tom a concerned look.
The nurse walked over, telling tord that he should take tom home, and that she would go tell the principle that they were to have the day off, and that they would talk to the bullies. Tord nodded in agreement, and, much to toms protest, picked him up gently in his arms and carried him out of school.
Due to toms parents not being home, and his father at the bar, tord took it upon himself to take him to his own house, which, though unoccupied, was still well suited for such a manor of caring for someone.
As he reached his house, tom still whining protest, tord took tom up to his room, his body light and easy to carry. Concerned at his health, tord ordered tom to take off his shirt, and was horrified to see toms boney chest. It was as if he had barely eaten at all, there was barely any muscle left. He looked so frail and weak.. tord looked tom up and down, gasping in fear as h3 saw all the knife wounds and whip marks on his body. giving him a soft, reassuring hug, tord gently took the first aid box, trying to bandage tom up as best he could.
