The Boy In Blue - (TordTom) NSFW

Faith - 14

-TORD'S POV-

"Just come inside and we'll ask to see a doctor or a neurologist, they're going to want to put something on your wound to stop your arm from bleeding too." I informed him, holding his hand tight as we went inside. He hung his head low and gave an embarrassed look down at the white flooring, hiding his injuries under the blanket around his shoulders and hugging the stuffed bear protectively.

I wish he could understand that I'll always be here for him, even if he doesn't want me to be. "I look stupid." He sat down in the waiting room and tried to hide himself under the blanket. It probably indeed looked odd that a grown man came in like this, but he's definitely not the first person to show up like this. I'm sure there has been significantly worse situations of people being crazy or loud. A small male holding his stuffed bear shouldn't be an issue.

I went to the front desk, a little unsure of how to approach this. I didn't think I'd get this far. "Fairheights Mental Institution, what do you need?" The lady asked while on the phone with someone. After a few seconds she handled the situation and hung up, attending to me. "Hello Sir, who are you checking in?" She asked while holding a clipboard. "Uh, Thomas Rockwell." I pointed to Tom over in the waiting area. "Is he a friend or family member?"

"Uh... friend." I held in a small laughter, I'm honestly not sure where we're at in this relationship. "Alright, a doctor will be with you shortly." She nodded and picked up another phone call, so I left the desk and went over to Tom to sit next to him. He leaned his head against me so I started to pet his fluffy hair to calm him down. I couldn't help but feel bad for him now, maybe I could've prevented these incidents if I had thought about it more thoroughly.

"Thomas Rockwell." A doctor announced his name and so I stood up, he hesitantly stood and took my hand as we walked to the doctor and he led us to the check up room. "I couldn't find any records of you Thomas, so I'll have to get some more information." He shut the door and we sat down on the couch. It was pretty much just a psychiatrists office. "Impossible, don't you have records from when you were a kid?" I asked Tom, to which he shook his head.

"How is that the case?" The doctor sat in his own chair facing toward us. "My dad never ever took me to see a doctor. I wasn't allowed to go outside and play very often anyway, so I never got hurt or sick." He explained nervously, huddling next to me. "Did you have a good relationship with your father?" The doctor questioned. "Not really, but he didn't get along with anyone. He was a sadistic bastard." Everyone went silent for a moment.

"Did he ever abuse you, physically and/or mentally?" The doctor asked with more alarm this time. "Yeah, but some kids out there went through way worse than what I did." Tom hesitantly explained once more. "Don't minimize the situation Tom, this is a big deal. You need to heal that trauma and talk about what happened." I insisted for his well-being. "It's not that bad really! I just want to feel better and talking about these things makes me feel the opposite."

"That's alright, we'll talk about that some other time. First I'd like to know your age and your location." He stated, to which Tom giggled a bit, "My age and location? This is a dating app." He snickered. "He's 22 and lives with me and two other friends. Oh and a cat!" I added on. "TORD!" He shouted seemingly out of nowhere. "Huh?" I stammered a bit. "Don't tell him that kind of information!"

"It's a doctor Tom, we're not going anywhere if we don't tell him anything." I scoffed, and he did the same. "So Thomas, do you have family with a history of mental illness, or a friend or girlfriend?" The doctor began to write things down, waiting for a response. "I think my dad was just short-tempered, and I don't really know my mom too well. I have a friend who's a narcissist but I wouldn't think much of it. And as for my girlfriend..."