Tord was strapped into the jacket and put inside the drawer. Tord stood outside near a coffee shop, waiting for someone to pick him up and take him somewhere. A handsome man walks out of the shop and looks at him before getting into his car. The man drives by Tord but stops when a simi-truck goes by, Tord smirked to himself because he remember this part when he first met Tom. Tom backs-up and rolls down the window, "Hey, you okay?"
"I'm fine." Tom pointed to his right ear, "You have a nasty cut there."
"Yeah. I slipped, but I'm alive." Tord chuckled to himself.
"...I'm on my way to the hospital. Could I give you a ride?"
"Yeah, I'd love that."
"Okay. Get in."
"Alright. Thanks." Tom's phone started ringing, "I'm sorry, one sec." Tom answered his phone, "Hey. That's sweet. Have a good time, okay? Yeah, yeah. Listen, Mom, now's not actually a great time to talk. I'm on my way to work. Yeah, I'll call you later. Alright. Happy New Year." Tord smiled to himself, Tom hung up, "Sorry about that."
"That's alright. No problem there."
"How are you doing?"
"Better now."
"How much time do we have?"
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Tord X Tom
FanfictionAmnesiac Gulf War veteran Tord Larrson can't explain why he's been found at the scene of a murder. Ordered to a mental hospital, Tord is subjected to Dr. Brandon Banner's unusual treatment plan, which involves mysterious injections, sensory deprivat...
