Finding

(52) Jon [Part 2]

Summary:

A seemingly short chapter of Tord's plans for Jon.

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It was painful.

Jon felt so much pain as his fever was getting worse and the coldness that he felt wasn't of any help. Of all things to happen that day, he never expected to have his illness become like this.

He felt so alone with the pain and heat making him incapable of moving. Hunger also added into his problem as Eduardo and Mark left after the argument this morning and decided to stay at their grandmother's place for a few days.

Jon felt like he was going to die.

He didn't want to die.

Not like this. Dying with his eyes closed and curled up in a pained ball.

So, as desperate as it was, he called for help.

Jon called for help over and over until his voice was hoarse. With no one coming, he was about to give up and accept his death when a fever patch was then placed on his head and he felt himself stripped. Whoever it was that was now helping him was seemingly wiping him down as he felt as if water was poured over the entirety of his body and was soon replaced by comfortable warmth.

He still couldn't open his eyes due to being weak but the scent of cigar smoke gave him a clue on who was his savior that was redressing him. It was probably him. The devil horned silver hair man that liked to wear red.

"It was probably Tord," Jon mentally guessed as he allowed himself to be taken care of and propped against the headboard. The smell of something delicious then began to spread in the ill man's room as the sound of containers and cutlery were being made.

"Open up," a smooth masculine voice with an accent stated as a spoonful of something warm and slightly chewy was placed within Jon's mouth.

Jon unintentionally moaned at the delicious taste that exploded in his mouth. The glutinous sweet rice and the chicken were blending so well that he easily swallowed it down and opened his mouth again for another.

That person who was helping simply chuckled at his antics and remarked, "I'm glad you liked the Chicken Arroz Caldo or Chicken Rice Porridge that I made. Hopefully, this would help you get back your strength."

Humming at what he heard as to say that he liked it, Jon pretty soon finished that food that he was being fed and found himself getting sleepy. The voice that was talking to him slowly died out as the call of sleep now descended on to him.

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Tord was right to see the man's illness as an opportunity.

After taking care of Jon, the azure eyed brunet was friendlier towards him and even acknowledged Tord to be his savior even without the silvernette prompting him. Jon would willingly tell him about his own past and secrets. Heck, Jon didn't even question Tord on how he got into their house and that itself a statement of unquestioning faith/belief.

As such, when Tord finally brought up his offer or recruiting him, it was no surprise that the usually timid man would agree. Publicly, Jon would be known to be working as an employee of some private security company when in truth he'd be employed as a field agent of Tord's army.

For months now, Jon was being trained and things were relatively going smoothly.

So far, the azure eyed man's progress was above satisfactory and the fearfulness that man had was slowly getting out of him. The hellish training that he had personally designed for Jon was apparently working since he wouldn't flinch anymore when Eduardo was being a jerk and he'd be able to stage a few punches and kicks that looked like it was an accident.

That said, Tord still wondered if Jon would even go along with his cloning plan in the future. After all, as much trust the other trusted him, the Norwegian was still unconvinced that the blue wearing man would agree to such terms so readily. To have themselves temporarily replaced by a clone...That itself would be a problem if Jon the man himself got an existential crisis due to the appearance of a clone.

Shaking his head at where his thoughts were going, Tord sighed and slumped back into his bed.