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TW: idfk, sad tord?

Part 2.

It took him at least an hour of walking, and exhaustion, but he finally managed to reach the city. It hadn't helped that it had started to rain heavily not much more than ten minutes after he had started his journey to civilization. He shivered, wanting to collapse as soon as his feet hit sidewalk but there were people bustling about all around him and he knew that he couldn't just do that without gaining unwanted attention, in fact he should probably put his hood up because he didn't want people to stare at him. It had begun to rain hard and by this point his hoodie was completely soaked in the downpour and he was virtually chilled right down to the bone. Oh, what he would give to at least have an umbrella or raincoat at that time. But, he was forced to continue to limp haphazardly through the rain, dodging people who didn't seem to notice the small Norwegian. Oh, yeah another thing. Apparently he was short, short and bitter to be exact. It would be a lot easier if he were taller, then he might actually be able to see where the heck he was going! But he couldn't focus on all of the little inconveniences, (no pun intended) he had to be aware of his surroundings just in case he got into some sort of danger. He still had common knowledge so he knew that most cities were not entirely crime-free.

After a while the cold, pain, and fatigue must have finally decided to catch up with him because he began to feel light headed and stumbled a bit, stopping to regain his balance. That's not good. Was all he could think, but he forced himself to continue to walk through puddles, not wanting to catch anybody's attention. But he had failed at that because when he had finally reached an area where there were almost no people around he heard someone yell,

"Tord?! Is that really you?!" He sniffled, the cold had given him a runny nose, and looked up in the direction of where he heard the voice, were they yelling at him? He, for some reason, knew that 'Tord' was a Norwegian name so maybe it belonged to him. And he found that, in fact, the person was talking to him or at him, he wasn't sure yet. It was a young man, probably around the same age as him, maybe a bit older. He had brown hair and wore a hoodie, like his, except it was a nice shade green and not nearly as beat up as his own, only a little worn out. He was also wearing a raincoat over it like any sensible person would when it was raining about two inches of rain outside. The short male shrunk back, understandably, scared and confused. Who is this person? Why are they talking to me? He wondered. The person began to approach him wearing a frighteningly unreadable expression. Yeah, the Norwegian was definitely scared at this point. What if this person was someone who didn't like him? He had no way to defend himself, he would stand no chance, especially with the injuries he had sustained. Which, by the way, were still throbbing fiercely.

And you know what, it was just great because now he began to feel dizzy. Maybe it was because of the blood loss, or the fact that he'd been walking for more than an hour without food or water, or because of the heavy rain that was soaking him head to toe, maybe it was all of those combined. He didn't know, all he knew was that a stranger was walking towards him and he felt like he was gonna pass out. Boy, did he have bad luck! Now he began to think going to the city wasn't such a great idea. What had he expected? He was covered in blood soaked bandages and probably looked like he'd been hit by a bus, someone was bound to notice him at some point. And that point was now. He faced his attention back to the current situation. The man in green was now standing directly in front of him.

"I- I thought you were dead!" The stranger exclaimed. I don't feel far from it! He thought sarcastically but he knew now was not the time for sarcasm. In all seriousness he could be slowly dying, from blood loss or exhaustion, either one was a likely possibility.

"W- what...?" he trailed of at the end, still unsure as to whether this stranger was a friend or a foe. The other man looked surprised and taken aback,

"Of course you know what I'm talking about!" He exclaimed moving his hands to emphasize what he was saying. Okay now he was really confused. What did this man want from him?

"I don't know who you are or what your talking about." He said warily, decided to be truthful and hoping that it hadn't been the wrong decision.

"Tord, don't lie to me. You know as well as me what you did." So his name was Tord, well that made it a whole lot easier for the author to describe multiple people interacting with each other.

"...Tord? Is that my name?" He asked just to be absolutely sure. The other man nodded and looked at him as if he was crazy. Tord felt the lightheadedness from earlier return and he felt as though he might fall over.

"Are- are you okay you're really pale." The male wearing green asked looking concerned. Tord was in fact not okay because his vision began to swim before his eyes and the world spun. He felt himself falling, and then, before he could catch himself, everything went black.

//ooooooooo 0-0 -Nat//