Hospitalized (TordTom Fanfic)

~Murder~

///Tom's POV///

I was sitting on Tord's couch, my hands in my hoodie pocket.  Tord's apartment was messy, empty ramen cups were everywhere, laundry spread all over the floors and hallways, and hentai was probably stacked in his room.

Tord was in the kitchen and I could hear the microwave running. Tord was probably making more ramen. 

"I can't look at this anymore."

I get up, and start picking up the ramen continorers and throwing them in a trash can that was in the corner. Most of them were empty, but someone of them still had weird juice in it. 

I picked another one up, some of the liquid on my hands, I throw it away, wiping my hands on my jeans. 

Walking over to the couch, I lay with my stomach on the ground, looking under the couch for anymore trash, there wasn't any, but there was a journal. 

I was about to reach under and grab it, but then I heard Tord's voice. 

"Tom?"

I sat straight up, my knees under me. I still wasn't able to see him, because the couch was in front of him. 

I heard Tord walk up behind me and I turn around, clutching my knees to my chest. 

Tord was holding two streaming cups of ramen, and was looking down at me with a confused look. "What'cha doing?" He asked, placing the cups of ramen down on the coffee table. 

I glanced to the side, turning my head a little. "I was picking up your ramen cups, they seemed to be everywhere." 

"What are you doing on the floor?" Tord said, putting his hands into his pockets. 

I stood up, annoyed. "I'm not on the floor anymore," I said, "I was checking to see if you had any ramen cups under your couch," I flopping down on the couch again, "It would be pretty bad if they started rotting under there. "

Tord sat down next to me, offering me one of the ramen cups. "You didn't have to, " He said, as I took the ramen. 

I sipped it experimentally, it burned my tongue so I blew on it. "It's not like I did much, after  all I'm still trying to recover from what happened."

Tord was digging into his ramen, watching me sip mine. 

He swallowed then said, "Tom, what exactly happened that day?"

I flinched, but got over my surprise quickly. 

"You want to tell him, why not tell him?"  A voice said in my head, "He going to find out one way or another."

I ignored it. "Nothing happened, I was sitting on my window ledge and slipped, " I sipped my ramen again, "Big deal."

Tord studied my face, thinking I might slip, as I fought the urge to. 

 "Tell him," The voice repeated, "Better you than someone else."

Once I finished the broth, I starting eating the noodles, spinning my fork to get as much as possible. 

Tord looked at me right in the face, while I was trying to avoid his gaze. "Tom, I saw you. You jumped. You didn't slip." 

I shook my head, still trying to make him give up. "No, I slipped," I bit down on another noodle. 

Tord placed his half-eaten ramen on the coffee table, having only eaten half of the noodles, the rest hidden by the broth. Even though he was doing this, he kept his eyes on me.