Moonlight | Tom x Tord | Eddsworld AU

Chapter 4- Hospital Trip

Bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep... bleep

Tord woke up hearing a sharp beeping sound that he knew too well.

The confused Tord completly opened his eyes as the beeping sound got slightly louder. The bright lights temporarily blinded the Norwegian. Tord looked across from him to see his father, sitting there. Anxiously. Before seeing the boy move from the corner of his eye, and looking up towards Tord.

Tord smiled, signaling he was okay. His father smiled back and gave the 12 year old a big bear hug.

Tord hadn't been in the hospital for almost a month. And hoped he never had to go back. Until now.

Tord tried hard to remember everything that had happened, when suddenly he had the sharpest pain in his chest. The bleeping got a lot louder and multiple docters rushed into the room. Tord had been in hospital for Senia many times and his chest hurt a small amount almost every time. But never this much.

Tord heard yelling as he fell in and out of conciousness. The last thing he heard was a familiar voice. It was his fathers. He was speaking to the docters, but it was inaudible to Tord's state swimging from unciouncious to conicous and back and forth, back and forth.

5 hours later

Tord woke up again, this time his chest didn't hurt this much and he was going to stay awake. And this time. He was already back home. In his bedroom.

Tord woke up fully and rubbed his eyes.

What? Was that a dream? No. My chest still hurts. It can't of been.

Tord decided to get up. Tord stood up and walked into the lounge room.
"pappa? hvor er du?"dad? Where are you?" Tord spoke in Norwegian so it'd be easier for his father to understand him.
Tord found his dad sitting on the couch of their house.
"god morgen! Good morning! " Tord rushed to his father and jumped next to him.
"hvordan går det? How are you doing? " Tord excitedly asked

There was a pause

"Tord, vi ... har ikke mye penger lenger. Tord, we don't have a lot of money anymore... " Tord's father admitted.

Being a 12 year old, normally children wouldn't be able to completly understand what 'bankruptcy' is. But Tord knew well enough.

"..Åh... ...oh... "

"Jeg brukte det meste for å betale for alle sykehusreiser ... I used most of it on your hospital trips... "

"noe som betyr at du må bruke Terisia hele tiden! Which means you HAVE to use the Terisia all the time! " his father ordered.

"greit?... okay?...  "

"greit... okay... "

An hour later

Tord was sitting at his desk again, bored, when he rememberd that he was supposed to see Tom today. Tord freaked out and scooped up his little bag, and ran to Tom's house.

Tom was getting worried now. He was biting his lip, hoping Tord was okay. Tom didn't know that his best friend had Senia Disease, but Tord. But yesterday Tom heard an ambulance heading towards the road Tord lived on and now he was late?

It's okay Thomas... Tord's fine. Maybe he's just busy with school?... maybe..

Tom tried to calm himself down but, it didn't quit work. Not long after, Tom heard a knock on the backyard door. Hoping it was Tord, Tom sprinted down stair to the door. To Tom's relife there stood his friend. Tom let out a sigh and pulled Tord into a hug. Tord had no idea why, but hugged him back
"Today you can beeee... snuggles!" Tord exclaimed childishly, but in an evil tone.
Tom glared at Tord, obviously annoyed.
Tord just chuckled in reply and stepped inside.

Tom and Tord stayed in Tom's bedroom for a few hours before Tord remembered the Terisia.
"I have to go to the bathroom" Tord excused himself, then sneakely grabbed his backpack and walked into the bathroom. Tord shuffeled through his bag and took out the supplies. Tord filled just enough Terisia into the syringe and placed it on his wrist. Again, lookimg away with closed eyes, Tord pushed the sharp end into his veins. His wrist was immediantly filled with a stining sensation. Tord pulled the opposite end of the syringe down, forcing the clear liquid into his arm. Tord still hated needles. But not as much as what happened the previous day, was a lot worse. Tord wished he never got this disease. He wished he could go back in time and not go to his mother's funeral. It sounds horrible, but the whole reason Tord had Senia was because of stupid mosquito's at a funeral. Tord was lost in his thoughts until he saw dark crimson blood falling from his arm. Tord reached into his bag with his other hand and pulled out a small bag of tissues. Tord cleaned off his arm and covered it with the bright yellow sleeve of his cardigan.

Tord's deep, yellow eyes caught a glimps of himself in the mirror as he was packing up.
Stupid Senia Disease!
He thought to himself

Tord hurried back to Tom's room and made himself comfortable on his bed once again.
"Oh, I forgot to ask you before but, why did you leave early the other day? Tom asked genuinly concerened.

"Oh- my uhh... dad texted me. Yeah! He said I should of been at home already" a drop of sweat fell from Tord's cheek.

Tom gave Tord a look that just said I know your lieing. Might as well fess up already.
"Really? Before 10am?" Tom sacastically pushed his own head closer to Tord's, mocking him.
"I- uhhhh" Tord stammered.
"Norwegians parents, am I right?" Tord joked.Tom
Tom knew he was obviously still lieing, but decided not to keep going.
"Sure."

Tom's eyes went to Tord's wrist. Tord followed 'Snuggles'' eyes to his sleeve. The blood from his needle seeping through the mid-yellow cardigan, turning par of it a weird brown colour.

"Oh my god, Tord are you okay!?" Tom slipped off of his bed presumably to get a band-aid or something.
"Wha- oh? How'd that get there? Hehe" Tord pretended to be clueless about the wound and pressed his arm against his right wrist.

Tom pulled a plastic first aid kit from the top of his bookshelf. He opened it and searched through, trying to find something for Tord.

"Hehe! Why does 'Snuggles' have a first aid kit?" Tord asked

"Ha-ha bery funny." Tom sarcastically said, pulling out a pack of band aids and Disinfect. Tom rolled up Tord's sleeve. Tom cheeks flushed a bright red colour before the blue hooded boy looked downwards so Tord wouldn't be able to see his face.

Tord didn't usually use band aids, since they made him seem like him seem 'incapable' Tord would say.

But right now it didn't look like Tord had a choice.

Tom took a cotton ball out from the first aid kit, which was now behind him, and carefully poured Disinfect on it. As soon as Tom pushed the cotton ball down, onto the Norwegian's wrist. The yellow cardigan'd boy clenched his eyes shut at the sting.

Tom noticed the blood was coming from a small dot on Tord's wrist. Almost like a... needle.
Tom didn't think a whole lot of it and, whilst still aplying the Disinfect, Tom asked, "oh, Tord! I heard an ambulance go to near your house. Everything okay?"

Tord held his breath. He wasn't about to tell Tom the truth. About Senia and Terisia and all that.

"Oh, uhh my neighbour had a.... heart attack. Uhh yeah. Old Mr........ Mr. Queasy!" That was the worst lie Tord had told so far. Tom didn't belive him for a second. I mean- Mr. Queasy? Yeah right.

Tom finished pressing on the band aid. And suddenly he remembered what Sydney had given him at school the previous day.
"Tord, can you play a ukulele?" Tom slid off of his bed again, stepping towards the side of the room where a caramel brown ukulele layed. Tord hadn't noticed it until now.
"Ummm... not sure!" Tord exclaimed, glad that Tom had changed the subject.