❝ Come find me. ❞ (TomTord)

Chapter 11

Tom held onto Tord's limp body, black "tears" dripping from his eyes.
The person who had hit Tord was standing to the side calling 911 or the police or something.
Tom couldn't focus on any of the words around him.
He could just tell there was panicking talking and yelling. Yelling from the direction that he thought the house was. Were Edd and Matt still fighting?
He heard sirens take over his ears. It was so loud.
But the only thing he could really focus on was Tord.
He could hear people coming towards him but he couldn't look up. Or even move.
Suddenly there was talking it was calming sounding. But he still couldn't make it out.
It suddenly turned to yelling. He was pulled away from Tord.
He yelled and screamed but they just pulled him away from Tord.
Something sharp pierced his skin and he felt something injected into his neck.
His vision blurred in and out before everything went black.
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Once he woke up again, he was somewhere new.
It wasn't a hospital. It wasn't home. It was a white room. Just an empty room.
Well, empty other than the bed and the bedside table.
He sat up, looking around. There was a door at the other side of the room.
He looked at his clothes- he was wearing some sort of uniform it seemed.
The uniform was a white t-shirt and and light gray shorts.
Tom glanced over to the bedside table, noticing a note.
He picked it up, flinching as the paper touched his hand.
"Ow!-" He dropped the paper, looking at the palm of his hand.
There was cut straight across it that seemed to have been sewed back together or something.
He stared at it in confusion for a minute before picking the note up with his other hand.


                                                           Hello, Thomas.
                 Now that you're awake, I'm going to need you to stay where you are.
                       I know this situation may be confusing but we need you here.
                                          You're not safe in other places.
                              You're going to need to trust us. Alright?
                                                Don't make this hard.


What the hell was this?
What was happening? And most importantly, where was Tord?..
He got up, noticing a sharp pain in his leg. He paused, crouching down and looking at his leg.
There was another cut on his leg, the skin also sewn back together.
It was long and started at his ankle, and went up to his knee.
"What.." Tom looked up in confusion, getting back up.
He walked over to the door at the end of the room, grabbing the handle.
It seemed to- shock him when he grabbed it.
"OW!" He screeched as his hand flew back from the handle.
He shook his hand a few times, swearing under his breath. He looked around, then noticing a camera in the corner of the room.
Not in the floor or anything- it was on the wall. High up on the wall.
Way too high for him to reach.
It was looking at him with a red light flashing next to the lens.
He tilted his head slightly, as he walked a few steps side to side.
It followed his movements. It was watching him. This was disturbing.
Was it recording him, or was someone watching him?
His thoughts were interrupted by someone entering the room.
He turned to the door that had previously shocked him, stepping away from the person coming into the room.
They seemed to be female. She had short blue hair oddly enough, and pretty ocean blue eyes.
"Ah. Thomas-" Tom cut the person off.
"Don't call me that!" He hissed, taking another few more steps away from the person.
"Now, don't be like that. I can't call you by whatever you'd like me to call you. I'm not allowed to. Now, Thomas, you need to come with me." They replied so calmly. It was as if they weren't bothered by him cutting them off or anything.
Tom immediately hated this person.They made him feel.. They just didn't make him happy at least. "I'm not going with you! I don't even know who you are-"
"Ah." They looked up from a notepad they had. "I'm Dr. Laurel Deering." She said, smiling. "But of course, you can just call me Laurel. Now come on."
Tom reluctantly followed her, still not understanding why she couldn't just call him Tom instead of Thomas.
She walked out of the room and into the next one, which wasn't actually a room and more of a hallway. A very long hallway with doors all along it.
Tom followed her slowly, examining each door he passed by.
"Where do those doors go to?" He asked, glancing at her.
"These rooms, well..they have many different purposes. I'm not exactly allowed to tell you anything myself." She explained.
"Is Tord here?" Tom asked, almost sounding somewhat desperate to know.
Laurel paused, looking over at him. "How do you..what.." She wrote something down in her notepad quickly before continuing down the hallway. She had for some reason quickened her pace. "Come on. We should hurry up." She sounded concerned..but why?
"O-okay..?" He looked down at the ground as he caught up to her.
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After a few minutes of walking through this strange place, they reached a rather large room.
Laurel walked in, holding the door open for Tom to come in.
He walked in, staring at the other people there cautiously.
Tom looked around the room, noticing the metal utensils...the table in the middle of the room...pills..cabinets....Wait..what was this anyways? What did they want with him?
Laurel walked over to one of the two people there besides them.
The one Laurel was talking to was male, and the other was female.
The female looked to him, smiling. "Hi, Thomas. Please lay down." She said, gesturing to the table.
"Uhm...Okay?.." He narrowed his eyes at her, not trusting this at all.
But what choice did he have?
He walked over to the table, climbing up onto it and laying down.
She moved over, quickly strapping one of his wrists down.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" He screeched, trying to free his arm.
'The man' that Laurel was talking with looked over.
"Do you need help with that?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"N-no! I think I got it!" She said nervously, trying desperately to strap his other arm down.
'The man' sighed, walkover and grabbing Tom's arm.
He'd force it against the table, strapping it to the table.
"U-uhm..could we finish talking..?" Laurel asked, still standing where she was before.
'The man' looked to her, nodding. "Yes- sorry." He walked back over to her, them continuing their conversation.
"Let me go!" Tom yelled, kicking his legs.
"Please- It'll be over soon! J-just stay still." She said, attempting to strap his leg down to the table.
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After a few more minutes, they had managed to strap him down to the table fully.
'The man' was doing something that Tom couldn't see from where he was.
Laurel and 'the man' had stopped talking a little bit a go as well.
She seemed so confused.
Tom had given up trying to argue and fight. It wasn't doing him any good.
After a few more minutes, 'the man' had finished what he was doing.
He walked over to where Tom was, holding a syringe.
"Hey! What are you going to do with me?!" Tom asked, panicking slightly.
'The man' didn't respond though.
Tom started moving his head back and forth, trying to free himself.
Even though he knew he wouldn't escape this, he still tried.
One of the other people attempted to calm him down, trying to make him stop moving.
Tom locked eyes with 'the man', noticing the unnerving smile growing across his face.
Since Tom was distracted, and had stopped moving, 'the man' injected whatever was in the syringe into his neck.
He screamed in pain as a fire like sensation entered through his neck.
But after a few minutes, the fire like sensation just..stopped.
His eyes felt heavy suddenly. He tried to fight it, but he ended up closing his eyes, and passing out.
He couldn't prevent it. It just happened.
The only thing he could do while in this state, was lay there.
In what he saw as a void.
But the thing he hated the most about where he was,
Is he could still feel the pain.


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Ya yeet- sorry for taking forever to post this.
I legit forgot- sorry qwq