( I recommend listening to Meteor Shower by Owl City while reading at least the first part) ~Tord's POV~ "No!" I run over to him as he closes his eyes, attempting to knock the gun out of his hand. I hear the gun fire just as my hand hits the gun, and he falls to floor. The gun flies from his hand, landing under my bed. I think I hit it... did I miss? "Shit..." I grab my head, falling to my knees beside his body. No... he can't be gone... I feel tears begin to appear on my eyes, and fill the cool contrast as they run down my cheeks. I put my hand to Tom's head, and feel blood. A lot of blood. "Edd!" I yell, and feel my throat start to block itself. Stifling a sob, I listen to the pattering as Edd runs upstairs. "Tord, what's going on? I thought I heard a-" Edd sees Tom's body and stops. "Edd..." I choke out. "H-he took t-the gun and-and..." I can't seem to find my words. Edd seems to be in shock and stays silent. I flinch as I feels Edd move beside me.

"He's still breathing." Edd mutters. Picking Tom up, he walks to my bed. "Tord, you call 999." Edd says, putting Tom down. In this angle, it almost looks as if he were sleeping. I grab my phone, and the operator picks up. "Hello? Yes, we have an attempted s-suicide..." I say into the phone.

~Back to 3rd Person~ Hours later, Tord, Edd, and Matt are in the waiting room of the hospital. Tord has his hood up, trying to hide his tears. Matt stayed silent, not really knowing what was going on. Edd paced back and forth nervously. He can't be dead, Tord thought. "Is anyone here for Thomas Ridgewell?" A lady walks out and asks. Tord and Matt stand up, and Edd looks over to the lady. The three of them walk with her down a hall. "He's conscious now. Just be gentle." She said, and with that, she opened the door. Tord is the first to run to Tom's side. Tom sees all of them enter, and feels his heart begin to race.

They know, Tom. You idiot, why'd you say goodbye? You should have just pulled the trigger when you had the chance. S-stop... Please stop... Tom feels Tord's hand meet his own. He flinches, looking at Tord. Through his grey eyes, Tom could see the confusion and worry. His hood was up, and his face was tearstained. When did Tord cry? Tom couldn't hold his gaze, so he looked away. He felt his hot tears threaten to spill over. "Tom..." Tord's soft voice did it. Tom broke. His tears fell onto his cheeks, and he pulled Tord close to him, tightly hugging him as he sobbed. "I'm s-sorry! I couldn't- t-take it!" Tom sobs into his chest. Tord, shocked, sits down next to Tom. He hugs him back, stroking his head gently, careful not to touch the wound. Edd and Matt walk over and sit on the opposite sides. About ten minutes go by, and Tom finally stops crying. He allows Tord to just hold him, trying to steady himself. Edd decided to break the silence. "So, did she say when you could go home?" He asks tentatively.

Tom nods, looking at Edd. "She said I could go home today if I felt ready." Tom murmured. "Well, how do you feel?" Matt asks. Tom stays silent, looking away. "I..." "Tom?" Tord looks at him. "I want to go home." Tom says. Tord smiles as their eyes meet. "Well, then... Let's go." … After they check Tom out of the hospital and go home, Tord walks Tom to his bedroom. "Why are we going to your room?" Tom asks. "Because I want to keep an eye on you." Tord says, reaching down and grabbing Tom's hand gently. Tom feels his face flush as he looks at their hands. He says nothing, and simply walks with Tord. They enter the room, and Tom sits on Tord's bed. "It's getting late; you might want to change." Tord said. "My clothes are in my room. I'll go get them." Tom says, standing. Tord blocks the door.

"We can get them tomorrow." He says. "Why can't I just go get something now?" "I don't want you to get something... else." Tord says, a flicker of fear in his eyes. "Well, what do I wear then?" Tom tries to sound casual, but he can feel his face flush with agitation. "You can wear one of my shirts." Tord blushes, not meeting Tom's eyes. Surprised, Tom just gives him a little nod, and walks over to open a drawer. Tord runs over and pulls him back. "Not that drawer-!" He squeals, blocking the bedside nightstand. Tom glares at him. "What's in there?" He asks. "N-nothing of your concern, Ridgewell." He says, his face almost the same color as his hoodie.

"Mmmhm~ okay." Tom smirks. "S-shut up. The shirts are over there." Tord says, looking away and pointing across the room. Tom giggles, walking over and grabbing a red shirt from the drawer. He unfolds it and reads the white writing. "Really?" Tom chuckles, turning it around for Tord to read the words, 'Tord's property'. Smiling, Tom pulls off his white hoodie and his black undershirt. He notices a little blood on each of the items, and grumbles; it'd be nearly impossible to get the red bloodstain out of the white hoodie. He slipped on the red shirt, and it fell just a few inches above his knees. He pulled of the grey ripped jeans, tossing them in the pile with his shirt and hoodie. Tord watches him, blushing. Tom looks up and notices his gaze, blushing as well. "I- uh, I'm gonna go... to sleep." Tom says awkwardly, looking away. Tord nods, his lips parted slightly as he continues to stare. "Q-quit staring, will you?" Tom shoots, walking to the bed.

He lays down, his back to Tord, but he continues to feel his gaze. Tom hears the floor creak as Tord walks over to a drawer and pulls out a grey shirt. Tom watches, trying best he can not to seem obvious. Tord pulls off his red hoodie, revealing his tanned skin. Tom feels his face flush as Tord looks over at him. Tord smirks. "Who's staring now?" He teases. "S-shut up, I just thought you had left." Tom muttered. Tord gave a chuckle, pulling on the grey shirt and taking off his pants. He put his hoodie and jeans in the pile with Tom's stuff, and picked it all up, tossing it in his laundry hamper. "I'll do those tomorrow." He says, half to himself. Tom lays his head back down, his back still to Tord. Tom feels the bed move as Tord gets in. He pulls the blanket over both of them, and rolls over to face Tom. Tom, very aware of his gaze, turns to look at him as well. "What are you staring at, commie?" Tom challenges. Tord chuckles, kissing Tom's forehead gently. Tom, surprised, blushes.

He feels Tord's arms wrap around him, and Tom curls into his chest. Images of the day flash over him, and he feels tears begin to form. Silently crying in Tord's arms, he falls asleep.

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