Tord sped as fast as his car could go. He heard the his walkie talkie go off.

"Son! Did you get Tom?!" A panicked voice of Pat can be heard. Tord grabbed his talkie and spoke into it as he continued to speed.

"Yes! The medics have him in a van. I'm not sure if he is alive but..I hope so! Now we got to get out here!" He then slammed his walkie talkie on his passenger seat.

The sky was a harsh red. As the army left the orange army's explosive rubble.

Tord decided to turn on the radio and slumped back into his chair as he continued to drive.

He decided to play "Pork Soda." To relive some memories as he felt himself relax. The sun starting to rise as he continued to drive.

He used one hand to drive as he span the wheel.

- - -

Hours later, they got back to the red army base. With a sigh of relief. He parked his car and turned off the radio. He got out of car. He walked over to the van that Tom was in and looked at his high medic, Leylah.

"Is he alive?" Tord asked as he watched the other medics bring him back into the base on a stretcher.

"He should survive this." Leylah replied as she dashed off to follow the other medics.

Tord felt relief hit his body as he went back into his base. Paul and Pat followed. "You scared the fuck out of us!" Both of them said in a panicked voice.

Tord stopped walking and looked at them. "I'm sorryyy, but it's okay now. We don't have to worry about Orange anymore." He replied softly with a small grin.

"You..YOU COULD'VE DIED!" Paul screamed out. Tord smiled with a small laugh. "Yet, I didn't. Now, I have to get my arm...fixed. it's kinda broken." Tord replied as lifted his robotic arm. It was indeed broken. Peices of metal were cracked.

"Are you wounded at all?" Pat asked as he went over. He started patting Tord down to feel any injuries.

"Not bad ones. Just maybe a few cuts and bruises. She didn't get me too badly. Shockingly." Tord says as he smiled at his dad's. "I'm fine, now get back to work you two. Jeg elsker deg."

Tord then left to the mechanical ward to get his arm checked out.

A mechanic went over to Red Leader.

"Ooh..you got your arm pretty damaged. Let me help you sir."

A mechanic started to fix Tords robotic arm. Tord laid back as he allowed them to work. His eyepatch had a large tear in it. He took it off. There was no point in wearing it.

His heterochromia eyes looked outside. It was a partly cloudy day now. No smoke was in the air. I mean, Orange Army base was hours away. So the fires must've stayed away from Norway.

He felt his arm spark for a moment and looked down at it. Watching the mechanic for a moment before looking back out the window. A soft gaze in his eyes.

- - -

Tom groaned softly as he was hooked up with medical equipment. Leylah was operating on Tom. Removing the several bullets that were in his stomach. And stitching back up the wounds. "Oh yeah, he's definitely surviving. These aren't too bad as we thought." Leylah spoke to her other medics.

Tom passed out once again. His heart rate was now stabilized.

Hours passed, and Leylah finished her operations. She smiled proudly at herself as he glanced at the electrocardiogram.

"Good. He's stable. I should get Red Leader in here if he wants to see."

She says as she went over to a small button at her desk. She pushed it.

Tord felt his robotic arm make a small beep indicating that he got a message.

His head turned and looked down at his arm. It was from Leylah. "Have you finished?" He asked.

The mechanic nodded. "Yes sir." They said as they stood up. Tord rolled his wrist as he bowed his head slightly. "Takk." He thanked the mechanic in Norwegian as he left the department.

As he left, he pressed a small button on his robotic arm. It popped up with Leylah's message.

"Tom's stable. :) "

"Oh thank God." Tord replied as he started walking to his office. He changed out his bloody uniform and threw it in the dirty laundry hamper.

Walking to his bedroom in his boxers, he grabbed his signature red hoodie and some pants, and went to the bathroom. He needed a shower.

- - -

Paul and Patryck we're in their own office. Paul was smoking a cigarette outside as he watched the soldiers train from his window.

"Our son goes through a lot of shit.." Patryck mumbles as he started to do paperwork. Paul nodded in agreement as he blew out smoke. "Especially with Orange. There was so trauma between the two, I'm shocked he actually did kill her."

Pat placed the papers in a small pile. "Mhm..I mean, he was a child when his mother was shot in front of him by Orange. We literally found Tord in a god damn box."

"His mother hid him in there.." Paul says sadly as he blew out smoke. "So we can find him. We were good friends with his parents."

"Then..we became his new parents." Pat mumbled as he felt a tear drop onto a peice of paperwork he was working on. Paul flicked the cigarette out the window and walked over to Pat.

He brought Pat into a hug as Pay started to cry. "It's okay.." Pau mumbled as he leaned his head down. He kissed his husband's head and closed his eyes. Rubbing Pats back to help comfort his husband.

"We could've lost him.." Pat mumbled and wipes his tears away. Pau nodded. "I know, and it was terrifying to think about."

Both of them held each other. Slowly calming themselves down in their embrace.

- - -

Tord got out of the shower. His hair had droplets in it still as he dried himself. He looked at his robotic arm that sat calmly on the bathroom counter. He grabbed it with his left hand and attached it back his right nub.

He winced when he felt the stinging sensation of it connecting back to himself as he got dressed.

Leaving the bathroom. He shut off the light as he left his office.

Heading towards the medical ward.

(The animation above is so good. If you're an old eddsworld fan, you know exactly the animation. :0 it's really good!

Credit goes to @/maethoriann )