I'msitting on Toms couch.

Watching tv of course... well not really watching it, just making Tom believe I am.

My knees wear against my chest.

My chin on top of them.

My arms around my legs.

Toms on the phone. Trying to get a doctor to visit the apartment. Seven didn't bother because it wasn't their jobs to go to houses. It's his eighth time trying.

I couldn't be bothered listening to Toms phone ringing again and again.

I was too lost in thought.

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More questions went through my head. I wished from the very beginning, Tom didn't walk into... wait no.. barge into Edds appartment and saw my rib cage and thin stomach and all the scars.

THAT HE PUT THERE!!!

I didn't care about the scars. I deserved it anyway, of what I did to them.

The questions stopped.

Instead....

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I looked up. Tom was sitting next to me.

"Hey... are you ok, commie"

I gave him a confused look.

He sighed.

"Tord, your crying"

I put my human hand on my cheek.

I was truely crying.

Why?

Because I'm worthless.

I wiped the tears and shook my head.

I looked at Tom.

"I'm perfectly fine, Tom"

He sighed again.

"If you say so..."

He removed his hand from my shoulder.

He looked at his feet.

"I finally got a doctor to come here to see you, after 14 calls, I finally did"

Tom chuckled a bit.

"He's going to be here in a few hours. So if he comes. Just say I'm asleep. Ok Tord?"

He turned to face me.

We made eye contact.

I nodded.

He got up and walked to his room.

I noticed he was holding some bottles of Smirnoff but it didn't bother me.

Those words kept repeating in my head.

I heard knocking on the door.

The doctor is here. Sighing I got up and opened the door. It was a women in a white coat. In her pocket there was those ear things so you can hear heart beats. She had blue ocean like, eyes. Her hair was a chestnut colour. She had a clipboard in her face.

"Thomas Thomson?" She asked with a soft but sweet voice.

"He's here, but he's asleep. I'm Tord,

Tord Larsin"

"Well could you wake him up?"

I nodded and headed for Toms room.

I walked in. As suspected he was asleep. There were a few bottles of Smirnoff on the floor and one in his hand.

He passed out.

I shook Tom, trying to wake him up.

"This is a perfect time to get revenge..?"

I thought to myself.

I slapped him.

Like lightning he sat up.

"What the hell Tord??"

"The doctor is here and wants to talk to you"

He sighed and walked out and started talking to the doctor. I followed but sat on the couch.

"Hello, Thomas Thomson"

"Please just call me Thomas, no need for my last name"

"Ok, Thomas"

"Could you help Tord over there? He hasn't been eating well lately and I'm getting worried about him..."

I didn't want to tell her, he was homeless for a few years after the incident.

"Oh ok"

"Thanks, also don't tell him I'm worried. We have a complicated relationship..?"

"Ummm... sure..."

Hopefully he gets better.

The doctor gave Tord some medicine to stop him puking after he ate. She then gave me some tablets to give him before bed.

"Make sure he takes these every night. I'll be back to check up on him in 2 weeks"

She waved walked out. I closed the door behind her.

"Thanks Tom..."

i turned around. Tord was looking down.

"For what..?"

He looked up.

"For helping me with my starving problem...

and I didn't know you were worried about me"

He chuckled. Dammit she spilled the beans and told him!

"Uhhh... anyways I should go get you some cloths from Edd. You won't wear anything

from mine"

I knew he wouldn't we hated each other...

But why was I worried?

Why do I care about him??

Ugh stupid feelings!

"I don't mind"

I was confused..?

"So you dont mind my cloths?"

"Yah.. I don't mind. You did help me, after all"

I smiled and walked to my room.

I went to my closet and got some shorts and a big hoodie I've only worn a few times. Edd has got it for me, not knowing my size.

I walked over to Tord. I looked at the tv.