The Boy In Blue - (TordTom) NSFW

It'll Be Okay - 15

-THIRD PERSON POV-

"I don't have one." Tom finished his sentence. "Alright so you don't have a significant other?" The doctor checked one final time, leaving the two to stare at each other for a moment. "It's complicated..." Tom said lowly, hugging Tomee close. The doctor realized the situation and nodded silently. "Could I ask how old your... uh, the one in red is?" He stammered upon trying to find his name.

"Tord's 23. I've known him for a very long time." Tom informed him happily, swaying his legs back and forth. "Interesting name and accent, where are you from?" He asked, leaving them to succumb to silence again. "Soviet Russia." Tord said rolling his R's dramatically with a Russian accent, which on top of his Norwegian one almost sounded Indian. Tom quickly corrected him, "Two countries away actually, he's Norwegian. Wouldn't be surprised if he was a communist anyway."

"Tom!" Tord huffed like a child. "Oh come on, we all know it's true! Why else would you wear red?" Tom poked fun at him, still trying to remain serious anyway. "It's a common color! Why do you wear blue, Witness?!" He accidentally let out a slight growl, which made Tom smile. "New York City is almost twice as populated as your country. You, if anyone, is who's in the minority." Tom teased some more.

"Oh please! Says the one who's like 5 foot tall!" The Norski growled again, but it was obvious they were only playing around. "You're always fighting with Sweden but your little country is clinging onto them for dear life! Have you seen a map?!" Tom broke into a fit of laughter. "Brits fight with Americans, it's a friendly feud!" He continued to complain. "I'm afraid we've gone off-topic..." The doctor murmured, snapping them back to reality.

"Thomas seems fine to me so far, so I must ask, what were you struggling with?" He prepared for a long story, but instead of speaking Tom just held his arm out. "Was that self-inflicted?" The man asked and they both nodded yes. "Do you have a long history of self-mutilation?" He asked again. "I guess... but I just like the way it feels is all." The voided boy insisted.

"Well if this truly if a common occurrence, you might need to check in here for awhile. Or we'll have to make sure a friend is taking care of you." Tom became nervous again, looking down at Tomee with sadness. "I can take care of him, and what's your name?" Tord stated confidently. "Gray." He picked up some gauze and approached the hurt boy, gently wrapping his arm and making sure the blood was wiped away. Tom let him do so and looked to his potential boyfriend for support.

"It's okay Tom, they won't take you away and you'll be fine." Tord leaned over and side-hugged him. The poor boy just leaned into the hug for as long as he could, wanting to relax. "And why did you bring a stuffed bear?" Gray asked with slight concern. "I bring Tomee with me everywhere!" Tom smiled a bit, hugging it tightly and protectively. "Okay well- do you have a sharp object with you?" Suddenly he noticed a shard of glass Tom was holding.

"Yes, it's for my safety." The voided boy said with pride, keeping it in his hand. "You're not allowed to have that in this area." Gray stated hesitantly, cleaning off a bit of blood from Tom's arm that had leaked onto the table he sat upon. "Thomas hand it over." Tord prompted, and Tom slowly and carefully gave it to the Norski. "Good boy." He smiled and fluffed up his hair.

"You brought quite the trail of blood with you in here." The doctor laughed it off and took Tom's arm, wiping it off of his hands. "Th-That tickles!" Tom giggled and tried to pull his hand away, the cold towel tickling his palm. His lover smiled at the cuteness and the doctor finished off, throwing it away and getting another towel. "Have you been seeing things Tom?" Gray asked calmly, dampening the towel in the nearby sink.

"Seeing things? Uh... no." He replied with a stammer as Gray returned. "Hearing things?" he asked, wiping the blood off of Tom's face carefully. The small male leaned into the refreshing touch, looking up at Gray contently. Tom was so focused on what was going on he forgot to answer the question. "Tom?" Gray asked again, moving the towel away. Tord just gave a jealous look, tensing up a bit. "N-No- I don't hear things either." He snapped out of the trance.

"Alright are we done here?" The Norsk asked while gritting his teeth a bit. "Not quite, we want to check blood pressure and such." The doctor prompted, noting his aggression. "Come here." The dominant demanded, to which Tom happily complied. Tom got off of the table and sat in his lap, comfortable and safe in his grasp. "Anyway, if he's involved in self-destructive behavior you should just try and spend more time with him, get him to stop and all."