Blue Pills {TomTord} (Suicidal! Tord x Tom)

Chapter 1

Tom's POV (Point of View)

The next day, I shuddered at that sight that was bestowed upon me the day before. I couldn't believe that Tord was actually trying to kill himself. He seems normal and he seems like he enjoys life. But, he doesn't.

I sighed as I thought about all of the different things he could do. I stared off into space towards the television, completely blocking out any noise that was making its way into my ears. I finally turned my head, focusing my gaze on the Norwegian who was sitting alone on our reclining chair.

He seemed a little out of it. Probably from what happened yesterday. He caught me staring and waved. A small smile formed on his face as he stared back at me. I waved back. I'll have to admit, I'm a bit worried for him.

Edd and Matt were too busy making food in the kitchen to even realize that Tord was looking a bit out of it. I didn't tell them what Tord had tried to do, and I don't think Tord has said a word about it either.

I slowly got up and made my way over to Tord, who was now sitting with his legs up, he's knees facing towards his own face. I held my hand out to him and he grabbed it. I pulled him along up into the bathroom. He stumbled along until we reached the bathroom door. I opened it, lead him in, then closed it behind us.

"Let me see your arms."

I turned back around and gave him a fairly stern look. He pulled his hoodie sleeves up. His arms were covered in self harm cuts and scars from before. Some of the cuts were fresh, as if he had done them ten minutes ago.

I sighed and opened a drawer, pulling out a bit of rubbing alcohol and some medical bandages. I always did this whenever he cut himself. I grabbed a rag and turned on the sink, making the small rag damp.

Tord held out his arms as I gently placed one hand down to hold his arm, then placing the rag down and gently dabbing at the wounds. All that Tord could do was whine and grit his teeth as I did this.

After that, I made sure to put a little bit of rubbing alcohol down into the wounds so they wouldn't get infected. Then I wrapped the bandages around his arms.

Tord sighed in annoyance as he pulled his hoodie sleeves back down. His husky Norwegian voice choked a bit in his throat, but he got the words out.

"You don't have to do this every time, you know. I can take care of myself."

I gave him a small angry look.

"I don't think you can take care of yourself alone, so I'm helping to do whatever I can to keep you alive, Tord."

He couldn't think of anything else to say, so he only nodded. I turned my head, noticing a few dark marks on his neck.

"Let me see your neck."

Tord turned his head slowly, showing what appeared to be burn marks. I grabbed the damp rag again and slowly padded at the marks. Then I put a bit of antibiotic ointment on them. Then, a bandaid.

It didn't matter what Tord did to himself because I'd always treat the cuts and marks the same. All I wanted to do was keep him alive.

I wanted to try and keep him alive.

"Did you take your medicine today?"

Tord shook his head slowly.

"You need to. It'll help."

He only nodded as I finished cleaning him up. I stared at him and he could only look down as if he had done something wrong.

I quickly wrapped my arms around him, pulling him in for a hug. He hugged back.

"It'll be okay Tord. You'll get better, I promise."