·TomTord shorts·

°High school 4°

Art by: honeyillustrates
Source: Instagram
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1) Let Tom heal Tord

Tom groaned as he sat up slowly in pain. "Tom! What are you doing?" Tord shouted, his voice filled with worry. Why is he worrying for the guy that would hurt him every single day. The one who made his life a living prision. But worse.

Tom slowly took his blue hoodie off, and huffed as the pain became more harder to handle. He looked at Tord. He was bleeding out. A lot. But he could tell that Tord is trying to look calm and everything is ok. For him. But in reality, Tord feels like he's about to pass out. Black splotches were appearing everywhere slowly.

Tom lifted the bottom of Tord's sweater up to his chest. He was going to pull it off. "NGAH!" Tord shouted in pain. Tom whined quietly and placed his finger lightly on Tord's soft lips, telling him to quiet down before any other police catch them.

Tom had finally successfully pulled his sweater off. And right after that he pulled his shirt over his head and plopped it on the ground. Tord was now shirtless right in front of Tom which made his face go red in embaressment. Tom also blushed slightly but it was well hidden in the dark night.

Tom laid Tord down on his back and sat right next to him, covering over his bleeding stomache. "T-This is going to hurt.. Badly. But, I'll try to be as gentle as possible, ok..?" Tom said in a calming tone. "W-What are y-you going to do to me..?" Tord asked clearly still in pain. Tom didn't respond back to Tord. Only a sad and worried face.

⚠BLOOD WARNING⚠

Tom gently placed his fingers where the hole was where Tord had been shot and Tord whimpered quietly. He pressed his fingers against the hole and his fingers went inside. Tord was screaming in pain already. Tom tried his best to soothe Tord in any way he can, but everything he tried failed. He decided to hurry up and get this over with and so he continued trying to get the bullet out of him.

His fingers went deeper and moved around carefully searching for the bullet. When he couldn't feel anything, his fingers went deeper causing Tord to scream louder. Tom grabbed his blue hoodie and placed the sleeve over his mouth. Tord knew what he meant and so he bit into the hoodie to muffle his screams of pain.

When Tom had finally gotten deep enough to feel the bullet, he got a strong enough grip on it and pulled his fingers out. Tord started screaming into the sweater as tears continued to fall. After Tom had finally got the bullet out, he placed it on the floor and quickly wrapped Tord's hoodie over the now spreaded hole placed on his stomache with blood seeping out of it. He covered it and made sure it was secure before putting his own blue sweater back over Tord.

He tiredly tried his best to carry Tord, but he was too weak to do so. Tord limped as his arm was wrapped over Tom, and the two limped out of the forest. "D-Do you want me to walk you home..?" Tom asked through his clentched teeth.

"P-Please..." Tord said tiredly. Tom nodded and walked with the shorter boy to his house. When they passed the driveway, you could still see all of the left cars that had just been abandoned so that they could escape. He looked to the side and spotted Tori's car still there. Oh God, Tori..

The two walked together on the sidewalk. The street lights being the only light source in the dark night. They were just down the street from Tord's house, until they both got pulled into a dark alleyway.

A guy slammed the smaller male onto the hard wall as Tord yelped in pain. He placed his arm across Tord's neck but put no pressure but held him there as he pointed a gun towards Tom. "Give me your money! Now!" Demanded the stranger. Tord shook with fear but Tom stood there with anger clear in his voids. "We don't have any money on us." Tom said sternly in a cold tone.