Ice Cold (TomTord)

22. Eating problems

Tom's POV:

Me, Matt and Edd have been watching tv. I didn't know, what we were watching though, I was too lost in my thoughts. I was worried about Tord.

Did he even eat ever since he came here? I can't remember. But I know he should eat something. "Tom, are you okay?" I heard Edd say. I looked at him. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine..." I said and looked down.

"Tom, you don't look okay... What's wrong?" He asked again. I sighed. "Well, it's about Tord. I'm kinda worried about him. I mean, do you know when was the last time he ate?" I asked him. He shook his head.

"He always loved to eat! Before he left... He's not the same Tord anymore... I'm getting kinda worried..." I said. I looked over at Edd. He was giggling quietly. I raised an eyebrow.

"What?" I asked him. "Heh, you care about him!" He said. I blushed a little. "W-well, he's a part of the group... And he's a friend..." I said and looked away. "I ship it..." I heard Matt say. I blushed even more.

"Matt..." I said and glared at him. He started laughing and Edd joined. I sighed and smiled. Soon, all of us were laughing in the room. When we calmed down a little, I put a serious face back on. "But I'm still worried, are you not?" I asked them.

They looked at each other. "Well, you're right. It is weird..." Edd said and Matt nodded in agreement.I sighed. 'I hope Tord will be okay...'

Tord's POV:

I woke up immediately feeling a sharp pain in my leg. I groaned and glanced at the clock. 6 pm, great. 'I should get up...' I thought to myself. I tried to get myself up and walk out of my room, but nothing happened.

I just stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. '...But I don't want to...' I sighed and closed my eyes again. But I didn't want to sleep as well.

I opened them again. I finally got myself to sit up, feeling that pain again. I took my crutches and stood up carefully.

I walked out of my room. I walked to the living room to see Edd, Matt and Tom there. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes. I wanted to come closer, but when I opened my eyes, I was in my bed, staring at the ceiling.

I groaned again loudly. 'Great. Now I'm even imagining things.' I thought. I was kinda thirsty and my throat was dry. I wanted a glass of water so badly.

But again, I couldn't bring myself to stand up. I rolled my eyes and blinked. And after a few minutes, I finally stood up. I took my crutches like last time and started walking from my room. But then I blinked again, but I was on my bed.

'Oh, come on!' I thought. And then I remembered what Tom said. 'Call us when you need anything.' I wanted to call someone, but I didn't want to bother them. I decided to just go back to sleep.

I closed my eyes again, but just like last time, I couldn't bring myself to sleep. After an hour or so I finally fell asleep. It was a deep sleep. I knew I was gonna wake up...but I didn't want to...

*time skip*

I woke up to someone banging at my door. I groaned and didn't even bother to open my eyes. The banging got louder until someone smashed the door open and walked in. I opened my eyes tiredly and looked at the person.

After my vision cleared, I could finally recognise him. It was Tom! "Hey, Tom." I said. I flinched slightly at my own tone of my voice. It was quiet, raspy and it looked like it was coming from a person who haven't talked for a year.

"Tord..." Tom said. He looked...worried? "Yes..?" "Why won't you come out of your room?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Is it bad that I'm just tired and I just want to sleep?" I asked him. "Seriously? But you've been here for five days!" He said. My eyes widened in shock. "W-what? What do you mean?" I asked him.

"You've been in here for five days. You haven't even came out of your room! You were not eating and we didn't talk for a long time..." He said.

I just stared at him, completly frozen. "B-but I thought I was only here for like the second day! Have I been sleeping for three days?" I asked him. Now he was the one that looked confused.

"What? You fell asleep on the second day here and now you just woke up?" He asked. I nodded. His face turned from shocked to a worried one. "Tord... You need to eat something..." He said. "But I'm not hungry..." I answered and looked away.

"Please, Tord.... We're really worried about you..." He said. "No, Tom... Please, leave me alone..." I said and hid my face in my covers.

"Tord..." He said. I didn't answer. I could hear him sigh and he then left the room. I expected him to show up and force me out of my bed to go eat, but after ten minutes of me staring at the door, I finally realized he will not come.

But right at that moment, he opened the door and walked inside. I looked at him again. He was holding something... Is that...a plate of food? The smell of that food made my stomach roar. Not because he was hungry, but because of disgust.

I looked away, ready to complain when he suddenly grabbed me and made sit up. He took me by suprise. I wanted to say something, but I suddenly started to feel dizzy and my skin went pale. The world was spinning around me a little.

It was because I haven't sit up for a few days now. And I regretted it. After a while, it finally stopped and I calmed down.

I wanted to speak and tell Tom something, but was greeted by the food. Once again, I was suprised. I just sat there, blushing a little. I just didn't want to chew it or swallow.

I just wanted to puke right now. Tom glared at me. "Eat it." He said in a forceful tone. I flinched a little, but didn't do anything. "Tord...please." He said and his voice softened. I shook my head. "Don't make me force this down your throat!" He said.

I shivered a little. After a few minutes I finally gave in and chewed it slowly, then swallowed. I could feel my stomach flip. Tom smiled at me and put more food in my mouth. I felt really weird and uncomfortable.

After keeping this for like ten minutes, the plate was empty. I layed back down and took a deep breath. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Tom said with a smile.

I stayed silent until... My stomach started to hurt. My eyes widened and I covered my mouth. Tom's 'eyes' widened as well and he ran off. He bringed me a bucket.

I then immediately threw up. The world around me was spinning again. I felt extremly dizzy. Tom was patting my back and was saying some comforting words. After I was done, I rested my head on the pillow and was breathing heavily.

"Tord... I'm sorry... I didn't knwo..." Tom said and started petting my hair. I blushed a little and smiled at him. "It's...okay. I didn't know this would happen as well." I said. He smiled back.

I didn't even realize, but I then passed out cold. 'Wow, what a great day...'