Cold Blood (Tomtord)

Chapter 6

Tom's P.O.V
Cold. Numb. I was surrounded in darkness. Where am I? I looked around, only to be surrounded in darkness. I heard a familiar voice.
"Tom!"
It couldn't be. I looked over to see him. To see Edd. "Edd! How are you here?!" I ran towards him. I pulled him into a hug, "Dear God, Edd! I've missed you so much." He put his hand on my chest and looked at me.
"Wake up, Thomas."
I jolted awake, looking around. It was Tord's room. Why am I here?! I should be dead. I felt my cheeks, only to feel hot tears leaking out of my eyes. I tried to pull up my other hand, but something was weighing it down. I looked down to see Tord's hand tightly clamped around mine. The hell?

Tord's P.O.V
I felt my hand being tugged up. I quickly sat up, seeing Tom awake. Without thinking twice, I pulled him into a hug. "You Dumbass Jehovah's Witness!"
He looked confused, "What do you mean? You were the one who was going to kill me!"
While that was true, I didn't care. I wasn't going to actually pull the trigger, I knew that. I thought he would beg mercy or something and then I'd have a reason to not shoot him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I mumbled as I rocked back and forth, without breaking the hug. He sighed and put one arm around me, awkwardly patting my back. "It's okay, Commie."
I pulled away and got a good look at his face. He had been crying. His face was pale and his eyes were tired; his lips were cracked. He was perfectly imperfect bathed in moonlight. I slowly leaned towards him, being inches away from his face.
His breath hitched, "...Tord?"
I leaned in, our lips meeting. He hesitated, before kissing back. He tasted like alcohol and rose petals. Like sorrow  and romance. I pulled away. "I- um, sorry. If you- uh didn't want me to, um, kiss you." I was trying to keep my cool but my face felt like it was on fire.

Tom's P.O.V
Tord pulled away from the kiss, but the smell of gunpowder and laundry lingered around. He tried to come up with some bullshit apology but I responded, "It's alright. It was nice." He looked very awkward and embarrassed, but I was happy. I've waited so damn long for that kiss, and it'll be snowing in Hell before I act like I didn't like it. I tried to get up, only to double over in pain.
"Tom, are you alright?"
I lifted my shirt up to see bloody bandages. Ah, that's right. Of course I'd have a wound, dumbass.
"Oh! I should probably change those and get you some pain killers." He walked out of the room to get said items. As he walked off I wondered, why am I in his room? Why not my room? I mean, I'm not complaining, because any bed would be comfortable but I have redundant thoughts sometimes. Tord came back with medicine and bandages.
"Here, take these." He handed me 2 pills, and I swallowed them dry. I shuddered at the feeling. "Sorry, my hands were full and I couldn't get water. Now, cleaning your wounds is going to hurt a little. You can do whatever to help you relieve pain." He said as he took my shirt off. He carefully undid the bandages, looking at the wound. He grabbed a med kit that was under his bed, pulling out cotton balls and rubbing alcohol.
"You know what, can this wait till tomorrow? My wound feels fine!" I tried saying but he wasn't having it.
He soaked the cotton ball and started dabbing it on the bloodied area. My fingernails gripped onto his shoulders and I shoved my face into his neck to keep from howling out in pain. He kept a slow pace, cleaning out the wound. After he was done, he started to wrap clean bandages around my waist.
"There, Tom. You're all done."
The pain still lingered, and I had my hands balled into fists. I muttered fuck under my breath over and over until the pain was a little bearable. I leaned back and closed my eyes, when I felt the bed tilt downwards. I opened my eyes, only to see Tord laying next to me.
"What're you doing?"
"This IS my room. And I'm going to sleep."
I couldn't really argue, nor did I feel like it. I closed my eyes and let the tiredness take over, welcoming the darkness.

Tord's P.O.V
Tom fell asleep quickly, his soft breathing filling the room. I turned over so I was facing him. He looks so peaceful. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, brushing my fingers through his hair repeatedly. I soon drifted off to sleep, too.
I awoke to a bright light. God, it's so bright. I tried to get up, only to be stuck in place. I looked over to see I had pulled Tom close to me when I was sleeping. I gently slipped my arm away form him, getting into the shower. I got out and got dressed into clean clothes. I went into my room and picked Tom up, carrying him to the couch. I set him down slowly, so that I didn't wake him up. I went back into my bedroom and took the bloody sheets off the bed and threw them into the wash. These are gonna need some stain remover. I got the washer started and got out the ingredients to make pancakes for breakfast. When they started to cook, Tom woke up.
"Mmhhh, what time is it?"
"11:15, sleepy head."
He flopped back down and flipped through the channels on the TV. After I used up all the batter, I plated a few on some plates and went into the living room. He moved over as I sat down, handing him a plate. I was just getting comfortable when my phone started ringing. I pulled it out to see who was calling.
It was Pau.