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

Chapter 4

Tom's POV (Point of View)

Later that night, I woke up due to how sweaty I was getting. It must've been a bad dream. I looked down towards a head that was laying on my chest. Caramel colored hair. Horn-like. Tord.

I smiled as I slowly adjusted how I was laying, hopefully making it a bit more comfortable for the Norwegian. All he could do was groan a small bit.

I laid there, my black eyes looking around the dark room. I could hardly make out anything. As I shifted a small bit, I looked over at the bedside clock. Nine in the morning.

I wrapped one arm around the Norwegian as I sat up, pulling one of the curtains back to let in some sunlight. It looked as if it was going to be a nice spring day. Sunny, very few clouds, and according to my bedside clock, fifty six degrees.

It was fine, until Tord opened his eye and looked up at me. He furrowed his eyebrows at me and put his face back down towards my chest. He groaned once more, then looked back up at me.

"Why did you have to wake me up?"

I smiled gently.

"Didn't mean to. Sorry."

Tord smiled softly at me as he relaxed his face. Then, his expression changed from happy to painful in a matter of about two seconds. He remembered what happened last night. He remembered what he did to his eye.

I smirked and sat up a small bit, reaching into my bedside table where I kept some antibiotics. I grabbed one and handed it to Tord. He swallowed it in a second. I can't even swallow pills that fast.

Pills...pills..

"Tord, did you take your pills last night?"

"Which ones?"

I sighed.

"Your antidepressants."

His expression changed and he looked as if he could puke at that moment.

"You mean those nasty white pills? Yeah, no thanks."

I placed my hand against my forehead as I listened to him. He had quite a few different emotions going through his mind and his tone at the same time. It was interesting.

"Then, what about your anxiety meds?"

Tord stuck his tongue out, a bit of blood was dried to it.

"I don't take those blue pills anymore. I don't have anxiety, Tom."

I sighed as I looked around the now-bright room. You could see everything except for the closet. It was nice. I looked over to my bedside table once more and turned on the small speaker that sat there. I grabbed my phone, connected it, and began playing some slow songs. Surely everyone was awake by now, so it was fine.

I hummed along and Tord listened. Then, I began singing.

"I want you so. I've been blind. I want you now."

Tord smiled gently as he listened, chiming in.

"I don't want you to fall. I don't want you to fall."

Tord's smile grew as he sang the last part.

"I just want you back where you came from."