"You honestly think I care if we have to send him home?!"

Tom squinted. His head was pounding insanely and he could barely make out anything more than a blur of colors. He could hear the voices coming from every direction.

"But sir, we are dropping in numbers. If we just let his foot heal then he can-" the softer voice was interrupted by the voice Tom could recognize anywhere.

"He's useless, I don't want an injured man slowing down my army, is that understood?!" Tord seemed angry, angrier than usual.

There was a extended moment of silence that made Tom think he had slipped consciousness again. But the voice soon returned.

"Yes sir…"

Tom heard what sounded like a door being slammed shut, it shook the room and returned his vision slightly. He decided to pull the smart move and act like he was just woken up. Putting on an act of loud moaning and shifting. The nurse jumped slightly in surprise and rushed over to him.

"Oh! Y-you're awake!" She said putting on a cheery personality and examining Tom's head. "You've been out for a good few hours. It was quite scary. I had to return some air to your lungs. You could've died today you know that."

"Yeah, that's been happening a lot recently…"

The Nurse seemed to ignore that comment and continued talking," Well you should be fine. I've cleared you to rest for the remainder of the day. You missed lunch so I had someone leave you a tray on your bed."

Tom nodded, thanking the nurse before leaving the room. He sighed. A big, long, exhausted sigh. He traced back the route from earlier that day to help him get back to his dorm. The food was cold which was slightly disappointing since it was grilled cheese. But the fact that he was starving made it not matter too much.

He munched on it silently. First day and he had almost died twice, and sent to the nurse's office. Thinking back to the Nurse's office, he just couldn't wrap his head around what Tord said.

Why would Tord want to keep him, if he had the chance to kick him out. Why didn't he take that chance. Actually. Why was he even here now? Tom pondered this, taking another bite out of his sandwich. It just made his head hurt. He finished the sandwich and sat back against the wall. Glancing at the clock, it read 16:31.

Tom didn't like having to mentally find out the 12 hour time, so he could actually know how late it was. 4:31. It wasn't early, but not a time Tom really considered 'bedtime worthy'. Well. That was until a few seconds later, when he suddenly could barely keep his eyes open. The sudden wave of sleepiness was strange, really strange. Almost like… and with that Tom literally couldn't put together a sentence. His mind had mentally turned off.

"Gonna… sleep is nice… hehe…. Yeah.. wow… my hand looks funny.. L.o.l…." If this was normal behavior then Tom belonged in a mental asylum. Luckily, it wasn't.

He fell back on his pillow and was asleep in seconds.

Of course the nurse didn't trust any of the soldiers to actually listen to her words of advice to rest.

So she took a more forceful approach.

Sleeping drops went really well with sandwiches.