stuck in the middle

PPAP

Tords POV

Their was something off with Tom
Theirs his normal happy drunk self then theirs this...sad, displaced and uncooperative. I set him on his bed
And cought the smell of blood from his body and he didn't smell like alcohol he smells like consentraed gasoline biproduct Don't ask how I know.....
I noticed his hoodie was a little wet.
I pulled down his shirt and his chest was covered in scrapes and bruises
"Tom are you even drunk?" He shook his head no "no drinks" his voice was raspy and sound hurt. Their was a bruise on his neck must hurt to talk. I took his hoodie and got a little plastic slide and rung out what I could only a few drops but it was enough to figure out what was going on with this weird chemical and what it could do to Tom's skin. he seems to be breaking out in a bad rash that covers his bruises and scrapes because of whatever it was.

I looked at it through a microscope and imeditly knew what it's was "dam yellow bitchs" they must have gotten a hand on tom. I went in my room to make a special soap to get it out of his skin and hair. Throwing the clear liquid into a melacular condenser and sparked a flame Under the liquid and walked  back over to Tom who didn't look so well.
I sprayed him down with a special liquid
Then put a black light to his skin. It was glowing bright neon yellow wherever
The concentrate was. Tom started to mumble weird things
"Tom?" He started to make weird sounds like he was going to puke but he couldn't
"Hey hey what's up"

Hmm in his system already

I groaned and went to work on an antibiotic thing to get it out of his system. Less than 30 minutes later he was good as new.....other then that face he had been jumped that muck was apparent looking over his bruised body
"Do you know how long they where targeting you" Tom shook his head "have you run into them bofore" Tom nodded
"A month ago some guys pulled a gun on me and thretend my life for you but I didn't give up anything" I looked up at him "you know they wold have let you live if you gave up info or not?" Tom nodded "they seemed harmless it was easy to take the majority of them down" all his worlds where in painful whistlers that thretend coughing fits. "Did they ask anything this time" he shook his head yes "but I didn't give anything" I looked him in the eyes "why" he cave a deadly glare like long Sharp daggars that blinded me "you said you wold get my sister out of prison"

I did say that didn't I
I still have to arrange that don't I?

I sighed most of my life people only kept me around because I told them or I had
Something they wanted. My eyes felt heavy as I finished covering bleeding scrapes, I patted Tom head messing up his hair terribly he didn't talk just about the whole time "well Thomas you'll feel like a million pounds after tonight" he never looked me in the eyes anymore.
I walked out of the room and stood outside the closed door and heard a faint cry I felt nothing, nothing at all I don't care of he cries or not. Oddly enough I dont much fancy the feeling of this nothingness for others