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last part of EW for now

//my cat is trying to kill a moth that is outside the closed window rn -Nat//

TW: Feverish tord?

Part 3.

When Tord awoke for the second time he felt even worse than he had before, if that was even possible. His entire body was achy, his lips were dry, chapped, and when he rubbed them together he could feel the peeling skin brush uncomfortably together. Fiery hands grasped his chest and throat, burning them to the point where he questioned if he would even be able to talk. Searing pain shot it's way through his right arm and face. He shivered, feeling chills run up and down his spine every few heartbeats and sweat made his body slick. His wounds didn't feel any better than they had before, in fact, they felt ten times worse. He felt ten times worse!

Again he asked himself the question, Where am I? His mind was foggy and he wasn't quite aware of his surroundings but he could tell that he was indoors because he was blearily looking up at a ceiling. He also felt a weight covering his body,a blanket he assumed, and found that he was laying on a reasonably soft, comfortable surface. A bed or sofa perhaps? He really wanted to sit up but he felt too weak to even attempt to do so and he couldn't motivate himself to at least try. He then recalled what had happened previous to him passing out and waking up where he was at the current moment. He remembered the man in the green hoodie. Where was he? What did he do after Tord had blacked out?

His question was answered when through his daze saw the stranger enter the room. When the man looked over at Tord and saw that he was no longer asleep his eyes lit up.

"Oh! Your awake!" He exclaimed loudly, making the Norwegian realize that he had a massive headache. The sound left ringing in his ears and a throbbing sensation above his left eye. He flinched, but despite the sudden noise he kind of sat up, pushing himself up with his good arm which now felt achy and weak. Like if someone grabbed him too hard the bone would snap. He now realized that he was sitting on a couch in somebody's living room, probably the man in green's.

"Y- yeah." He croaked, cringing at how bad his voice sounded. The other male looked at him in concern,

"Are- are you feeling any better?" He asked hopefully. Tord decided to answer honestly,

"I kind of feel worse." He replied. That was an understatement, he was pretty sure that he had a bad fever. The man in green frowned. "But I still don't know your name." He added wanting to at least get a question out of the way. The others eyes widened,

"So you really weren't lying!" He exclaimed. Of course Tord wasn't lying, why would he lie about that? "Wow, okay. I'm Edd, a- and I was- am one of your best friends." Tord liked Edd already he seemed very kind, he could totally understand why he had been best friends with him. He smiled a bit but then coughed, feeling the sickness grip him again. "Oh, that doesn't sound good! Uh, do you want some water?" Edd asked Tord nodded groggily. This man was really nice but it was a definite change of demeanor from when before Tord passed out. What had changed?

Edd returned holding a glass of water then handing it to the sick male,

"Thank you." He rasped, thankfully taking the cup. He slowly sipped some of the water and he instantly felt a bit better. He now realized how dry his throat was and how thirsty he'd been! Edd smiled but then frowned slightly,

"So, do you remember anything?" He asked. Tord moved the cup from his lips and thought back to the list of things he now knew.

"Well... I woke up on the side of a road, and I saw the city and walked here. Um, I know that I can speak English but it's not my first language and I'm from Norway. And now I guess I know that my name is Tord." He said, slurring the words at the end. He then stopped because that was pretty much all he knew and he was starting to lose himself to the feverish haze. The man in green sighed,

"Well, then I guess you don't remember what happened. Maybe it's for the best." Tord was confused but decided that he didn't want to push his luck. He was being taken care of by this man. Plus he really wanted to go to sleep again, he felt sick. Edd sighed and sat down heavily on the part of the couch that wasn't occupied by Tord. After a couple minutes of awkward and tense silence the sound of a doorbell rang through the house. Edd got up and Tord gave a silent sigh of relief because he didn't have to continue to sit in the incommodious silence. When the door was opened he was barely able to see a person wearing blue through his feverish daze. He continued to feel the effects of his sickness bear down on him as he began to close his eyes. But this did not last long because he was startled by the loud sounds of yelling. He was so out of it that he couldn't quite tell what the people were saying and was only able to grasp onto small fragments of speech.

"Why...Tord...couch?!" A voice that did not sound like Edd's said,

"Just...second...explain!" He then was able to make out Edd's voice.

"No!...seriously expect...forgive...he did to us?!" Tord was starting to fade back out of consciousness and was able to hear one last sentence,

"He was never my friend..." He then gave in to a troubled fever induced sleep.