Hospitalized (TordTom Fanfic)

~Bloody Petals~

///Tord's P.O.V.///

I held onto Tom, cradling him in my arms. He stared up at me, those blank eyes almost like a doll's. 

The dried blood on my chin crinkled up as I smiled, Tom's eyes looking even blanker than before. I ran my hand across his cheek, his cheek cold. He turned his head, not even wanting to look at me. 

His hoodie was bloody, petals covered him as well. His hands were tied with my shoelaces, but, it wasn't like he was fighting anymore. Tom was just...noiseless. The only sign he was still alive was the sound of his soft breathes. 

Tom looked drained and somehow more fragile than before, like a human-made of glass. 

I cupped his cheeks, wiping the dried tears from earlier. Tom only cried more, but silently, glistens of water fell down his cheeks. His lips parted slightly, breathing softly. 

I kept wiping his tears, my heart feeling dead. My eyes were dark and I knew I wasn't the same person as before. 

Tom had changed me. 

He had transformed everything. 

Tom was laying limply on my knee and I raised it to bring Tom up. Tom just sat there like a rag doll. 

I still wipe his tears with my thumb, thinking for a moment. I brought my face closer to his, and for the first time in hours, Tom turned slightly to look at me. 

"You changed me," I said, my voice hollow. I cupped his cheeks, bringing him closer to me. "Take responsibly for it." 

Then, I felt a gust of wind. And, Tom was no longer in my arms. 

I wasn't even in Tom's house anymore. 

I was sitting in a black room, the air cold and clammy. 

"Hello?" I spoke, feeling like the old me. 

My voice echoed back, "Hello?"  It said, drifting down the room. 

"Hello?" 

I glared slightly getting to my feet, wiping my hands on my pants. 

I glanced around again but still saw nothing, just darkness. 

I furrowed my eyebrows, "I'm...alone?" I said, my voice somewhat sad. 

"Not quite," A familiar voice said behind me.  

I whipped my head around feeling relieved as I saw him. 

Tom looked different. His eyes were closed and he looked as healthy as he did before he became a blank. No, he looked even healthier, it was like he was overflowing with health. He was wearing all white, and, it looked a hospital uniform. 

"Tom!" I said happily running toward him. "Tom, are you okay?" I said, extending my arms to take him. 

Tom didn't say anything back, just tilted his head, his eyes still closed. 

"Tom?" I said worried, my arms still open. 

Suddenly, faster than I could have ever imagined, Tom lept forward. 

I barely had time to think before I felt the sharp impale of a knife, my eyes widened, and I stumbled back. 

My stomach was wet and warm, as my blood stained my clothes. My arms were still outstretched for Tom, blood came up my throat and I coughed. Blood spilled all over the ground, and the vibrant red flashed off the black ground. 

I looked at Tom, tears filling my eyes, "Tom..." I said weakly, holding my stomach, the pain unbearable. "W-what..." 

There was no blood on Tom, nothing to show what he had done. 

He slowly tilted his head back up, his eyes slightly opening. 

They were ocean blue. "Wake up, Tord." He said simply, and the ground under me shattered and I fell through. 

I opened my eyes, blinking.  

Tom was still in my hands, centimeters from my face. I took in a deep breath, my hand still cupping this cheek, before  I lowered him back down. 

Tom looked surprised when I did that, staring up at him. I ran my hand through  his hair, "How are you feeling?" I asked, looking down at him. 

Tom licked his lips, wiggling his wrists against the shoelace rope. "Tired..." He said, his voice almost a breath. 

I brushed my hand over his hair, my eyebrows furrowed and frowning. "Go to sleep then," I said, "You look like you need it..." 

Tom looked up and me, like he was debating. Then, he slowly closed his eyes. 

I watched him sleep for a little, gently untieing the shoelace from his wrists. They were red and marked, so, I gently cleaned them with warm water and soap. 

I cleaned his face, too. Then, gently picked him up. 

I smiled tiredly as he snuggled closer to my warmth. 

I carried him to his bed, laying him down as lightly as I could. Tom rolled out of my arms reach, quickly covering himself in his blanket and falling fourth asleep. 

I sat down for a little, just watching him. Watching his stomach rise and fall with each breath. Watching his eyelids move. 

I licked my dry lips, just watching, waiting. 

One thing that made my stomach drop that night, was when Tom was wrapped in his white blanket. 

It almost looked like his clothes...                                                                                                                                  From my dream...                                                                                                                                                                   The dream where he killed me.