This is why I can't trust you ( TomTord)

5.

Trigger warning: implied self harm; implied coughing up blood

That night Tord lay awake on his phone.
Tord: Pau. Pat.
This exact message has repeated several times throughout the days after the Yellow Army raided.
The same plead every day.
"Pau! Pat! You gotta be alive, right?"
"Pat? Pau? You there?"
"Pau? Pat?"
"Answer"

Tord slammed his face into his pillow. He never cried. That was weakness.
He could hear the footsteps of Tom walking outside his room, probably getting vodka or something. Geeze, Tom needed to stop drinking. It's bad for him-

Wait.

Why does Tord care?
He doesn't.
Tom doesn't deserve someone that cares.

Then again...
Neither does Tord.

While the thoughts swirled through his head, the evil thoughts, of all he's done,
Of all he was proud of-
*bzz*
Tord sat up quickly, holding his head from getting up too fast. He picked up his phone and looked at the messages.
Pau: we're here

Tord smiled genuinely for once. He felt his eyes to make sure he wasn't crying, and surely he wasn't. Yeah, he could- never..cry.

Tord: where are you guys?! Are you okay? Do you have any other soldiers? Are you injured? Do you have shelter? Are you safe?

Pau: we're in the underground shelter. The yellow army failed to find it. We have about 20 other soldiers with us. We're using the supplies we have down here, so the army is getting by just fine. Where are you?

Tords breath hitched for a second, knowing how dissapointed they'll be..

Tord: well, I'm actually with Edd, Matt, and Tom..

There was a moment of blankness before the bubble with three dots appeared.

Pat: are you insane?! They're going to report you to the police! You almost killed them! You just walked right into a trap!

Tord: yes yes but hear me out! They believe I've changed! I'm safe here! They trust me!

Pat: you need to come back right now! Why didn't you just retreat to the base?

Tord: honestly, I forgot that place existed. I was in a moment of panic!

He could basically tell pat was banging his head on a wall or something.

Pat: you need to come back.

Tord: they'll get suspicious. Even if they trust me now. And I know for a fact the yellow army is looking for me. There is no doubt they're looking around here. Besides, I need to build up trust

Pau: then how are we going to do this?

Tord: The Yellow army definitely has records of me, so they'll be looking around here for a while. I'll build my trust up here, maybe steal something worth money in the process. Then I'll go and escape. By the time I gain full trust, especially with Tom, the yellow army will have given up this location.

Pat: that better be the case.

Pau: we have to go. Bye

'Tord: bye. Love you'
...
That was unnecessary.
Tord deleted the last part.
Tord: bye.

Tord leaned down to go to sleep on his stress when

"Fu-!"
Toms voice quickly cut itself off.

Tord rolled his eyes and walked over to the sound.

Tom surprisingly wasn't in the living room area, but rather in the bathroom.
Tord made his way over and slowly opened the door.
He put on his most concerned voice.
"Tom..?"
Tom was hunched over the sick. He quickly looked up with his hand over his mouth.
Despite his empty eyes, you could see the surprise, panic, and fear.
A few drops of blood were laying in the sink.

Tom forcefully pulled down his sleeve faster than what could be thought possible.
He grabbed something on the other side of the counter and shoved Tord out of the way as he ran as fast as he could to his respective room.

Tord stood there in shock for a second before shuffling over to the sink.
There were more than a couple drops. It looked like somebody just coughed up blood.
Tord looked back at where Tom ran off with a almost genuine face of concern.
Until Tord realized he couldn't  care less about Toms health.

So he just cleaned up the blood and walked away.