I'm Here [TordTom||POSSIBLY DISCONTINUED]

CH 5

Tom's P.O.V.

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My eyelids fluttered open. I stretched my legs and arms, and attempted to sit up straight, only to be stopped by a searing pain running through my side. I lay there now, not giving another attempt to move in fear I'd make things worse. I was considering letting myself fall back asleep, until I heard a knock at the door, followed by a soft creak of the door's hinges. "Tom?" After realizing that the voice was none other than Tord's I slammed my head back down onto the couch, and pretended to still be asleep. I really don't feel like arguing with him right now.

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Tord's P.O.V.

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I tiptoed twords the couch where Tom was laying, and saw him fast asleep (oR iS hE?), his head resting on a pillow and his spikey hair somehow still standing straight. My eyes examined his every feature. His calm, relaxed face, his soft skin, and his...
ears?

I froze. Why were they... purple? Or why were they now spikey? I reached out a hand to touch them. I hesitated. What if he woke up? What if that hurts him? What if it spreads to me?

Just as I cut off those thoughts and continued reaching my arm out, he began to let out small, high-pitched whimpers. Tom's body began to quake, and Tord noticed a tear running down Tom's cheek as his jaw clenched.

I rushed around the couch, and at that point, he was violently shaking, the room filling with the sounds of his dispairing sobs. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and without notice, he clutched onto my hoodie, pulling me forward. He sobbed and cried into it, and he had fallen off of the couch, and was now sitting in front of me, crying into my red hoodie.

I hugged him tightly. I heard him mumble inaudible things. "What's wrong?" I asked, my voice laced with obvious concern. His hoarse voice broke my heart.
"I-it hurts... please Tord, make it s-stop..."

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Edd's P.O.V.

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I walked into the house, grasping a heavy bag of Cola. Upon entering, I immediately drop my bag and run to the living room, hearing violent sobbing. I saw Tord hugging Tom protectively, whilst Tom cried into Tord's cigar-scented hoodie.

I quickly dropped onto my knees beside Tom and Tord, and I began caressing Tom's back comfortingly. "Tord, what happened to Tom?" I asked worriedly. Tord was just staring down in shock.

I followed his gaze and gasped. Laying behind Tom was a thick blackish-purple tail, it's tip occasionally twitching to the sound of Tom's sobs. As I was taking a moment to contemplate what was happening to Tom, he let out a mix of a pained shriek and an unbearably loud cry. I saw his hands, which were now wrapped tightly around Tord's back, twitch and become large inhuman claws.

Tom's claws released Tord and grasped the sides of his head, as if he was trying to pull his hair out. As another cry of agony filled the living room, Tom had sprouted fairly small black horns, and his tail was thumping against the couch as if it was angry.

I noticed Tord staring at the small, shakey figure in horror. Neither of them knew how to help Tom, heck, they didn't even know what caused this in the first place. Should they call 911? But if they did, wouldn't they take Tom away to try and experiment on him or something? The public seeing Tom in his current state was just too risky.

The shrieks had silenced. The sobs slowed to sniffles. Tord has his arms around Tom, who was now once again unconcious. His breathing was still heavy, and his eyes - or, voids I suppose, were still teary. Tom's thin body was still weakly clinging to Tord's hoodie.

Tord was breathing quietly, as if careful to not disrupt the small blue-hoodied male. He held onto him gently, and Tom nuzzled his face in the crook of Tord's neck, heaving a small sigh of relief.

How cute. I looked at Tom and Tord with a small smile. I was happy for Tord, since he cherished these small moments with Tom whenever he has the opportunity to get one. Maybe he would consider confessing by now.

I stood up, placing a hand on Tord's shoulder. "Perhaps we should let Tom rest. We can do some research on this in the morning." I spoke softly. Tord snuggled Tom closer to his chest. "I... want to stay with him a bit longer... Y-y'know... I-in case it happens again." Tord said. I nodded in understanding.

"Tord?" I said. Tord lifted his head to look at me with dreary eyes. "...Make sure he's okay, alright?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes sleepily. "Yeah... I think he'll be okay... Goodnight, Edd." Tord said with a light smile. I smiled back. "Goodnight, Tord."

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