Sorry ~TordEdd~

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Tord was snuggled into Edd's hoodie on the couch, asleep, and Edd was in the kitchen, making toast, he didn't want to make anything to special, because he didn't want Tord to throw it up.

He learned that he would only be able to give Tord bland food the hard way.

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There was a soft 'click' coming from the door, but Edd didn't hear.

The click was the sound of the door being unlocked, Tom was unlocking it with the spare key Edd gave him. Tom had always walked into Edd's room unannounced, so it wasn't weird for the eyeless male to unlock Edd's door and walk in.

Tord was still asleep when Tom opened the door and walked in. At first the tall male didn't notice the person he hated so much sleeping on his friends couch.

But he soon did.

Tord was awoken by a shout, a shout of his name, filled with hatred in anger. Tord shot up and stared at the eyeless man in silence.

"Tord!? What the hell are you doing here!?" Tom barked, in a second he was at the couch, the front of the hoodie Tord was wearing in his hands, lifting the short Norski, he slammed him into the wall.

Tord let out a yelp of shock and pain, and Edd sped into the room. "Tom- stop!" But Tom ignored his friend, and tightened his grip around the green hoodie, pressing his fist against Tord, slowly crushing the air out of the injured Norweigian.

"Why did you come back" Tom's question didn't even come out like a question, more like a demand. "Are you here to destroy our apartments!?"

Tord whimpered softly, talking still hurt, and he didn't think he'd be able to convince Tom that he'd changed anyways. Tom growled and pushed on the horn head's neck. "Answer my God Damn question"

"Tom Stop!" Edd tried, but he couldn't do anything to stop Tom, unfortunately. Tom completely ignored Edd and continued to push on Tord's neck, and Tord could no longer breath.

Tord's vision blurred and became dark around the edges as he struggled for breath, weakly pushing at Tom's arms. "Tom! God Damnit, Tom, Stop!" Edd shouted, and pulled at Tom.

Tom seemed taken aback by Edd's shout and turned to look at his friend. "He destroyed our home and tried to kill us! You think I'm just gonna trust him!?"

"No, but I expect you not to kill him!" Edd yanked at Tom's hoodie, and Tom gave up. Letting go of the green hoodie Tord was wearing, he let the Norski drop to the floor.

Edd imedietly dropped besides his friend. "Tord!? Tord!? Oh my god-"

Tord struggled to get air back into his lungs, he could barely see, and his panic attack wasn't helping. Edd wrapped his arms around Tord and pulled his shorter friend against his chest. "Hey.. Calm down.. Your okay.."

Tord was wheezing, and Edd's soft words didn't help much. He was not okay, Tom was still there, staring at him. Tord could feel Tom's hatred for him.

"Tord, listen, your okay, Tom isn't going to do anything to you, I promise" Edd began to run his hands through his friends hair, attempting to calm him down.

And it was working. Eventually, Tord stopped wheezing, and he was able to actually breath. His vision was less blurry and dark.

Edd sighed in relief, then turned to face his eyeless friend who was staring at them. "You will not come in here just to hurt him. He's injured, Tom. And sick"

As if on que, Tord began to cough, a lot. It was a short fit of coughs, but it was still a lot of coughing, and coughing hurt his throat.

Once again, Edd sighed. "He's changed, and he needs help. Don't come in here if you only want to kill him"

Tom huffed. "Fine, I won't come in here at all then" Tom turned towards the door. "I'm telling Matt that He's here"

"Tom-" but Tom ignored the Cola-Holic, and left. Edd was silent, he didn't know what to do. He wasn't expecting Tom to almost kill Tord, he knew he wouldn't react well, but he didn't expect that reaction.

He wished that he never gave Tom that spare key.

There was a knock at the door, it was Matt, Edd was quite sure. But he didn't want to answer it.

But the knocking continued, and he knew it would continue until he opened the door. But he didn't want to get up. "It's unlocked, you can open it"

And so, the door swung open, and Matt stepped in. The ginger's gaze traveled over the room until he found Tord and Edd on the floor.

"Oh- He really is here.."

Tord buried his face in Edd's chest, he really didn't want to look at Matt.

Matt shuffled over and sat in front on the two. "Hey...." Matt paused, he couldn't remember Tord's name.

"Tord" Edd reminded his friend. "Hey, Tord"

Tord slowly looked at Matt. "Hey, Matt..."

Matt gasped softly upon seeing Tord's face, "What happened to your face..?"

"....When the harpoon hit my Giant Robot, it exploded, the explosion injured my face.. And my arm. But," Tord moved his robotic arm out from under him, and held it out to Matt. "My arm was so bad that u had to get a robotic one...." That hurt his throat, a lot.

"Oh.." Matt reached up, and he gently touched Tord's face. Tord flinched back, which caused Matt to quickly pull his arm away. "Sorry! Sorry!"

"It's Fine.." Tord mumbled softly, once again burying his face in Edd's chest. Edd sighed. "Its okay, Matt.." Tord mumbled softly, then decided he had talked enough for one day. He began to cough, and Edd glanced at his friend worriedly. "Tord, you alright..?" Tord gave a small nod.

Matt was silent as Tord had his coughing fit, and once he finished asked, "Is he okay? Is something wrong?" "He's sick.." Edd answered, "He was in the rain for a few days, we're not sure how many"

"Your not sure..?" "He doesn't remember how long he was in the alley he was in, he doesn't even remember how he got there" "Oh"

"Tired..." Tord mumbled, much like a child would, he didn't feel like talking too much. "Oh, okay" Edd sat up, pulling Tord up with him, Matt stood too. "Matt, do you mind leaving..?"

"Oh! Course not, I'll come back later, k?" "Okay, Bye Matt"

And so Matt left, and Edd led Tord to the couch. "I hope you get better soon, Tord" He said as he helped his friend onto the cough. Tord gave Edd a small smile. "When you wake up I'll look at your wounds, okay?"Tord nodded. Edd swept hair our of Tord's face. "Sleep well, Tord"