It's A War On Two Fronts (Crisis AU)

Sorry (Short)

-Tom's PoV-

I woke up and looked around to see where my surroundings are and where I can probably be. All I can possibly guess from the IV bag next to me and the heart monitor nearby making it's constant beeps, that I'm possibly in the infirmary. I heard shuffling around and feet clicking together like the saluting soldiers do- 

Wait...

They ARE saluting! What does Red Leader want from me?! It's his fault that I'm in this mess in the first place! That bastard's son... All he ever cares about is his title, fame and stupid army!

All nurses salute until my curtain beside me was pulled, I laid down quickly to pretend as if I were to be asleep. My hands shook, but I kept them well under my pillow as the person who haunted my mind for years loomed over my bedside.

"Get up."

I faked my act further and groggily opened my eyes to mock someone waking up. 

"R-Red Leader?"

I looked to my side where the tyrant was looking at me. He looked at me as if he was... scared? No, it must be a fake expression to heighten my hopes. I teared up anyways and hugged Red Leader as he hugged back and began shaking a bit, bringing me even closer. 

"I'm so sorry... I'm so fucking sorry..."

My void-like eyes widened to those words as Tord started whimpering after some words, like he was fighting tears. Which he actually was. That's when it all hit my mind.

He actually is truly sorry...

He's really scared...