Tord opened the door with a heavy sigh, seeing NIKS laying on her bed. She's been locked up in this room for the past couple of days, and everyone has been worried since. NIKS was still asleep, so Tord quietly entered the room, closing the door slowly behind him. He clutched a bouquet of red flowers, placing them on her bedside, then pulling up a chair and sitting next to her. He looked upon her sleeping figure, a sad smile forming on his face. Brushing away NIKS' bangs, Tord planted a kiss on her forehead, which prompted her eyes to flutter open.
"Tord, what are you doing here?" NIKS sleepily asked, rubbing her eyes.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. You've been in here for a while, and I got worried."
"You were worried?"
Tord chuckled. "We're all worried, but especially me." He grazed his hand over NIKS', taking hold of it, squeezing it tightly.
"Well, thank you for checking on me, but I'm doin fine. Getting better, anyway."
"I hope so. We're all waiting for you to get out of here." Tord tried his best to sound content, but noticed that NIKS' voice sounded rather hoarse. There was a distant noise that came to Tord's attention, and sounded very familiar, but he couldn't quite pinpoint it. It was high pitched, and repeated every few seconds. Almost like a beeping machine.
The noise faded as Tord's focus went back onto his beloved, looking up at him with sunken, penetrating brown eyes. He sighed and looked at her with those blue eyes touched by storm clouds. NIKS reached over, cupping Tord's cheek and keeping eye contact.
She smiled, "Have you always been so handsome? I find it hard to believe." Tord softly laughed as NIKS covered her eyes. "Oh your smile, it's so bright! It's lighting up the whole room!"
"Stop that, you're making me blush-" He put a hand over his face, trying to hide his pink cheeks.
"Why should I? It makes you look cute!"
"NIKS-" Tord sighed, taking NIKS' hand and raising it up to his lips, planting a kiss on her dorsal-side. "Why are you so sweet? I should be the one showering you with affection right now."
All of a sudden NIKS quivered, violently coughing. Tord looked on in shock, gently grabbing her shoulders. "Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?!"
NIKS stopped coughing, laying back into her pillows, closing her eyes. She turned back to Tord, a concerned look on his face. She analyzed him very carefully; his furrowed eyebrows, deep blue eyes, and shaking lips. His breathing slightly hitched, and he was panicking from the sudden events. NIKS yawned, shifting in place and turning her body to the side.
"I'm really tired. I'm going to go to sleep, okay?"
Tord's eyes widened, and he quickly took hold of NIKS' face, swiftly but softly placing both hands on her face. "Wait, don't sleep yet, kjæreste. I need you to stay awake a little longer." The distant beeping returned, echoing in the back of Tord's mind.
"But I'm sleepy. We'll see each other when I wake up, alright? I'm just going to take a little nap."
Tord insisted on keeping her awake, but to no avail. NIKS ignored him and proceeded to close her eyes, much to Tord's dismay. He desperately waited for her to awake. Without her voice, the mechanical beeping was all that he could hear.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Tord's expression contorted into one of fear once a single continuous beep was heard. He rose from his chair, looking upon NIKS in her hospital bed. He quietly mumbled to himself as he tried to wake her up, his vision misting and tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
"No no no no, no no, no, no-" Each time the word was repeated it showed more desperation, Tord's voice cracking and him finally feeling a tear slip down his cheek. He grasped NIKS' hand, feeling the deathly cold that emanated from it.
Abruptly, Edd and the others burst into the room, seeing Tord's face soaked in tears. He looked over to his friends, barely able to keep his voice from shaking as he spoke.
"She's gone."
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Haha you no get happi, only sad
have my angst, cowards
"blomst" means "flower" and "kjæreste" means "darling/sweetheart/girlfriend" in Norwegian, so hhhhhhh
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