Chained In Servility

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TWs: Minor violence, shitty father, stubborn Tord wanting to do stuff on his own despite being injured.

Pat and Pau were there the next day, waiting for their young leader to wake up. Pau bounced his leg, a tic he did whenever he was nervous. Pat observed him from across the room as if he was an art exhibit.

Pau was anxious because of two things. One, the red leader hasn't woken up yet. Two, his partner in crime was staring at him intensely. All the stress made him tense and there was a piercing sensation forming around his missing eye.

He needed to calm down, so he wrung his hands together and took a deep breath.

Then something in the room shifted, prompting the duo to look at the young leader who was squirming a bit under the sheets.

"Red!" Pat stepped up beside Tord, and softly put his hand on his shoulder.

Tord's eye shot open with a gasp. He tried to sit up, only to grunt and collapse back on the bed.

"Hey, hey, take it easy, Red." Pat cautioned.

"Wh-Wha...?" Tord croaked, his voice hoarse.

"You're in the ER at the temporary HQ. The doctors had to amputate your arm. How are you feeling right now?" Pat signed with his hands to Pau to get water for Tord. Pau rushed out of the room.

"Everyth... hurts." Tord's breath came out heavy and raspy, almost as if he's run a marathon.

CRASH!

Pat whipped his head to the door at the sudden sound.

"I'll be right back, Red." Pat ruffled his hair softly before exiting the room.

Down the hall, Pau was trying his best to block someone from going near Tord's room.

Not just anyone, though. Of course, it had to be Red Leader's father.

Lynnedslag.

"For the last time, sir, Tor-" Pau was struck silent by the glare of the Red General.

"Know your place, soldier. Call him only by Red Leader." He growled.

"Y-Yes, Red General." Pau stammered.

"Now move before I make you." Lynnedslag was about to step around him, but Pau blocked him again, making Red General fume.

"As I was saying before, Red Leader needs his rest. He's still recovering from the explo-" Pau was cut off when Lynnedslag grabbed him by the collar.

"Listen here, soldier. My son has had enough time to himself. While he's been busy goofing off and being a failure, Sweden might as well take over our base if we don't do something!"

Pat decided he's had enough, "He lost an arm!"

"Great, you're here too." He scoffed as he pushed Pau into the wall, and crossed his arms, "My friend lost an arm and he turned out fine."

"That doesn't mean Red Leader will be fine as well." Pat chided.

Red General furrowed his eyebrows, his crimson red eyes boring into Pat's olive green eyes.

He clenched his jaw and bared his fists, before he spoke, "He better be back at the base by Saturday, or else."

Then he turned and left without another word.

Pat released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Ow..." Pau grunted.

Pat looked over, noticing Pau was crouched in some sort of fetal position on the wall.