Therapy

Distance.

-Tords POV-
"Yea he's sleeping, I went with him to his physical therapy and his back was all tight and knotted so I gave him a few massages and cracked his back and now he's sleeping on the couch in my office." I explained to Edd. "Alright I'll be there soon."

-timeskip-
"I feel like he will flip out if he wakes up and I'm carrying him." Edd said. I shrugged. "I can bring him home when he wakes up, it might be easier." I said. Edd nodded. "Alright." Edd said. "How's he doing? Is he making any progress?" Edd asked. "Um yea he is, he's smiling more he's been able to let people touch him." I said. "WHAT?! He's letting people touch him already? Like how?!" Edd asked surprised. "Just basic handshakes or hugs." I said. "That's amazing!" Edd said I chuckled. "Ok I'll leave you two be." Edd said walking out the door.

-timeskip Saturday Toms POV-
I sat on the couch yawning. "How's Your physical therapy going?" Tord asked me. I shrugged. "It's going." I said. It would be better if you were there....

"That's good at least your holding up." Tord said. "Yea." i nodded. There was an awkward tension between us. "Tom I want to talk to you about some conditions your results are showing." Tord said. I gulped. "Great." I said annoyed. "Tom you are suffering from mild PTSD and Depression and anxiety." I couldn't make eye contact with him I stared at my feet. "Yea so what about it?" I snapped. He sighed. "I want you to look into these medication options, I have created a personalized list just for you." He said handing me a paper. I took it looking at it. What a bunch of bullshit.

"Is that it?" I asked wanting to get the hell out of here. "Well yes, but please contact me when you've made a decision." He said. I grabbed my crutches and hobbled our of there.

-timeskip Tords POV-
I walked up to the front desk. "Hey Lizzie." I said. "Oh hey Tord whats up?" She said with a smile. "I want you to take over Toms therapy, I don't think I am helping that much, I will give you his files and you can always ask me anything." I explained.

"I'm sorry but Dr Larsson you're the best Doctor in this whole damn country." She said. "I've never had a hopeless case but I guess there's a first for everything." I said sighing. I set the folder on the counter. "I'm thinking about retiring as a psychiatrist." I said. "Dr Larsson are you insane?!" She asked. "Yes i am i Have prescription  drugs to prove it." I said. "Just think about what you are saying right now." She said. I nodded.

-timeskip to Toms next appointment Toms POV-

I hobbled into the room but Tord wasn't here in fact there was a lady instead. "Where's Dr Larsson?" I questioned. "Thomas I-" "DONT CALL ME THAT!" I snapped. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes. "Tom, Dr Larsson is having me take over your case." She said. "HES WHAT?!" I snapped. I couldn't believe this. Has he gone mad?! He knows that I don't adapt to change very well! He knows it's hard for me to open up to people. WONT THIS JUST REVERSE ALL OF THAT PROGRESS?! I couldn't think straight.

"Where is he?!" I growled. "I'm not sure." She said I sat by the wall, my back against it and my knees to my chest. I ran my fingers the my hair as my breathing got ragged. I swayed back and forth and I started crying. THAT FOOL!

-timeskip-

As soon as that stupid appointment was over I ran all over town looking for him but I couldn't find him. Had he actually left? No! I have to keep looking! But there's no more places to look! I sat on the concrete edge of the water fountain in town and opened a bottle of Smirnoff. I drank it letting the liquor burn my throat.

I sat there looking at my hands. This is my fault. He gave up on me because i gave up. But that's not his fault. It's not his fault I want to die. It's not his fault I can't be fixed. I cried there.

-Tords POV-
I was jogging and I had gone in a bookstore to pick up a book when I saw Tom across the street. Was he drinking? No no no this isn't good. I couldn't let him see me though. I am ashamed of what I've done. I'm pushing him away because I'm afraid of my feelings. I just don't want him to get hurt. But it looks like that's exactly what I went and did.

I sighed. I headed back to my apartment.

-Toms POV-
I was on my fifth bottle of Smirnoff. The other empty bottles lay by my feet. My mind started to feel fuzzy. Someone sat down by me. All I saw was red and immediately assumed it was Tord. "Go away." I said. "Tom it's Tori." I looked up at her. Worry was evident on her face. She saw the tear stains running down my cheeks. "Tom what's wrong." She asked. "Tord hates me, he made some other lady take over my therapy... I don't want anyone else I want him!." I sobbed. Tori Hughes me. I tensed up but she was warm and soothing so I relaxed. "It's my fault, he gave up on me because I gave up on myself." I continued sobbing. "Tom I don't think that's true." She said.

"Yes it is! It's my fault I can't be fixed, look at me I'm a mess! I have trust and anger issues. I'm afraid of everything and on top of that I want to die..... I'm hopeless..." my voice quieted towards the end of the sentence. I cried in the palms of my hands.

"Tom I'll talk to my brother and see what's up ok? But I want you to promise me something." She said. I looked at her. "What?" I asked. "No more drinking tonight ok, I don't want to hear that you overdosed or some shit, just go to sleep and everything will be ok tomorrow." She said. I nodded wiping my tears. "Will be ok on your own?" She asked. I nodded. She smiled. "Good." We said our goodbyes and left.

-Tori's POV-
"TORD FUCKING LARSSON!" I shouted walking through the door of my brothers house. "What Tori?" He said walking out of the kitchen. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING SWITCHING HOS THERAPIST?!" I spat at him. His eyes widened. "I-Uh......" he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. I crossed my arms. "Tord he needs you, he thinks you hate him, he thinks he's broken and not 'fixable' because of you, he thinks he's hopeless." I explained. Grief flashed through his eyes.

He looked away. "I love him." He said blushing.  Tears fell down his cheeks. "So why are you pushing yourself away?" I asked. "Because that's inappropriate and unprofessional." He said. "Tord he's an adult." I said. "But he's still my patient." He countered. "Is he not your friend?" I asked. *silence* "that's what I thought, Tord I cant say he loves you back because I have no idea but I do know that he lets you touch him, in a short amount of time after everything he's been through, he opened up to you, and for you to go and pull something like this, he trusted you and you broke that trust." I said. He nodded. "I didn't want to hurt him." He sobbed. I hugged him.

"You need to talk to him, and you need to be his therapist." I said. He nodded.