His Attention | tomtord |

Chapter 1

Tord's POV

I awoke in a small room, but in a room I have never been in before. I was supposed to be woken by my alarm clock within my personal quarters, telling me to get up to plan my next course of action. Then I remembered. I was captured. I decided to take a look around my new home since I figured I'll be here for a long time. It was quite unwelcoming but not what I had in mind. Everything was covered in padding. I guess it must have been white once but has given up and wore out over the years, now just a dull, light brownish color. The walls had it, the ceiling, the floor, and even the door. The door was especially well hidden behind it, on the opposite site of the room where I sat.

Upon further inspection, I also noticed a small window to my left, up high, near the ceiling. I presumed it would be my only source of light but also my only way telling night from day. I stood up and went to go to the window. If I jump high enough, I might be able to reach the window. It would be a tight squeeze but I think I could fit through.

I jumped for it. Midway up I tried to stretch my arms out but they didn't move and were stuck to my sides.

" Oh Shi-" THUD!

I landed face first into the wall. Though, with no arms to help support me up, I just kept sliding down the wall ending in an uncomfortable position. Of course I have a straight jacket on! You didn't even notice stupid!!! Ugh, my neck hurts...

The doorknob started to rattle and then the door cracked open. It stayed opened for a minute. Then a head popped out. It was a man with brunette hair. Then he moved out more to where most of his body was in the room but he still hid behind the door, using it as a shield. He was short, a little on the chubby side, and dressed in a nurse outfit. He just stood there, staring at me, scared. I liked it, but he was getting on my nerves.

"Hva ser du på?" I said to him. He squeaked.

" U-uh I um heard a no-noise" he responded, trying not to have any possible eye contact.

I just looked at him and he looked at me. I glared at him, daring to notice my position. He then realized it soon afterwards.

"Yeah you c-can't just escape that w-way. O-or at all..." he said as he began to leave.

"Oi! What's your name", I demanded.

He jumped at least ten feet, I guess he was surprised I knew English. "I-it's Edd, s-sir"

He took the hint that that's all I wanted from him and left, closing and locking the door. He smelt sweet, like sugar. Cola? I guess he was drinking on the job. He seems to know how to treat a wound. Though he looks like the type to faint at the sight of blood so definitely not good on the battle field. Not that he ever be in the army. Too weak, fragile even.

I sigh as I struggle to sit myself right up. I then scoot over to the corner and lay there. God, what a waste! Paul and Patryk better be winning pounding someone's face in or so help me!!! I wonder how the army is doing...

I look outside the window to see the sky a dark blue. I watch it slowly turn black and as the whole room darkens. I feel my eyes begin to feel heavy until I finally close them, drifting off to a deep slumber.

~Time Skip~

I only woke up once to a noise coming from the opposite side of the room to find "Edd", apparently checking on me and trying to give me food. I glare at him for waking me up and he leaves very fast as to not disturb me longer.

I slept most of the day, trying to avoid the thought of what they might do to me. England is the cruel one, not I, torturing a man until he is considered normal. I rather end their misery early on with a bullet between their eyes. I already know that they treat their patients by having a doctor accompany them to make them feel safe and wanted. Then only to strip that down from them, exposing and dehumanize them to the point where they loose and break their mind, making them vulnerable. Then having there trusted doctor comfort them and warp them to follow their society set standards.

This doctor decides if they are "cured" and "sane" or if they should stay longer under special care. Some never leave, people rarely do.

My thoughts were interrupted by rattling coming from the door. I expected to see Edd come and try to feed me again but I was wrong. Instead a man, roughly my height, came in with a folded chair and a clipboard in his hands. He had light brown hair that spiked up with sideburns on each side of his face and had a few black earrings on both of his ears. He wore a doctor's coat over a black shirt and long pants in a sluggish manner, not very professional. There was one thing most peculiar about this man though, his eyes were pitch black. He said something to, I believe, Edd then having the door shut behind him. Then he unfolded the chair and sat down looking at the clipboard he had brought with him. I just stared at him, inspecting him closer. He was obviously trying to hold up a façade to not appear afraid but was seemingly failing. I have seen my fair share of terrified men to know when one is scared.
He dared to to look up at me, keeping his head low, trying to "read". In his coat pocket I notice a small bottle of alcohol hidden within. Above that pocket of his was his name tag. It read "Doctor Thomas Night".

So he must be my doctor.