avian mistake (tomtord)

'friend'

the boy used his free period to talk to tord. he said free period was like break time, where were free to eat, or in this case 'study' a patient. tord learned that the boys name was tom. tom taught him some english phrases, such as "how are you?" it was another form of saying hello.

"can i see your wings?" he asked, hoping the answer would be yes. its not like tord had any reason to say no (like he was allowed to, anyways) so he got up an responded,

"sure."

this was the first time someone had asked to see his wings instead if just forcing them out. there was one spot, just above tords shoulder blade, that if you were to poke it in the right place, his wings would shoot out. there was a star permanently tatooed there so that the people who expiramented on him could know exactly where to prod just in case tord didnt cooperate.

tom got up with him, tord facing the wall as he peeled his red shirt off. he was about to turn around when tom stopped him. he mustve seen the cuts.

"woah, woah, woah." 

tord felt a cold hand on his shoulder, making him flinch. 

"i wont hurt you." tom comforted.

"where are the wings?" he asked, sounding puzzled. 

tord turned around.

"thats what i was getting to." 

he unfurled his wings, shaking off an itch. tom looked at him in awe. he came very close to tord, but they werent parallel, tom was more infront of his wings.  he put his hand out, hovering them over tords right wing and he looked at tord for a signal.

"go ahead." tord instructed.

he set his hand down in the thin, upper part if his wing. he pet it as if it were a personal dog or cat, but tord had no problem with this. at this point" he was probably the labs personal pet bird.

he had to admit, he liked the feeling of toms fingertips runnung across the skin below his feathers. but it shortly stopped.

"so i have a plan. tommorow, i will come and get you. you have testing tommorow, right?"

"yes." tord answered.

"so i volunteered to take you for testing, just me. there is an exit in the room you will be tested in. straight out of here, got it?" tom noted, the same tone he used the first time tord talked to him, concerned, distressed, kind and riskful. tord got so many emotional signs from this statement.

"you are a nice person." tord said, out of the blue. he should not have said that. that was weird. tord was embarrassed now. tom looked at him, and smiled

"oh im just doing my job."

job? tord was confused. what job? certainly he did not mean this job. this job was meant to hurt him. or was it? maybe it was just a human way of saying something not confusing and sketchy.

maybe tom was a secret agent, or maybe he worked for another company that had taken interest in tords abnormality. that wasnt good. maybe running off with tom wasnt a good idea. but it was tords only way of getting out of this hellhole. tom could be working somewhere way worse than here...

so many possibilities.