Hey, Eddheads! Fani here, back with another fic. To celebrate the one-year anniversary (already?!) of my story Of Morning Walks and Unexpected Discoveries, I decided to post the sequel!

I actually wrote this last December, and I'm not sure why I waited so long to post it. I think I initially forgot, or was too lazy, and then my family's WiFi went down for a few months. Plus, I wasn't sure about the writing quality- I made it a personal goal of mine to write this entirely within one school day. I succeeded, but consequentially, some of the writing feels very rushed to me, and I made a huge storyline mistake. I'll let you guys try to figure it out for yourselves, and I'll reveal it at the end. Overall, I wouldn't recommend setting writing goals like this for yourself.

Excuses and nonsensical ramblings aside, please silence all cell phones, and enjoy the story!

(Disclaimer: I don't own Eddsworld or the awesome cover, which I chose because HOLY HECK does it remind me of a scene from Of Morning Walks.)

Day after day, night after night, a hair-horned figure lay unconscious in a hospital bed, the side of his face hidden by bandages.

…

Day after day, three hoodie-clad Brits came to visit, standing by his bed, holding his hand, talking to him, even if he couldn't hear them.

"Hi, Todd! Guess what? I got another cymbal-playing monkey for my novelty toy collection! I hugged him and squeezed him and called him Little Todd, but… I-I think you need him more than me. I'll put him right here, and then when you wake up, you can hug him and squeeze him!"

"Hi, Tord. We're working on draining Tom's old room, so you can have your old one back when you get out of the hospital. It probably won't be dry by the time you get out, so you might have to share your room with Tom for a little while. I'm sure he won't mind, right, Tom?"

"Hey, Commie. You'd better wake up soon, because I forgot how boring the house is without you around. And yeah, it's cool with me if we have to share a room for a little while. Just not too long."

Night after night, the blue-clad Brit stayed. Squeezing his hand, talking to him, refusing to sleep. And refusing to look at his other arm, rendered obsolete, still covered in bandages.

"It's okay, Tord. I'm still here. I told you I wouldn't leave."

Day after day, night after night, the eyeless man worried for his friend. Because that was who he was.

His friend.

Yes, they had been enemies for a long time. Yes, the Norski had almost killed him with his giant robot, destroying their home in the process. But after the events in the alleyway, there was no other word for it.

They were friends.

"C'mon, Tord. You made it out of the robot. You made it out of the alleyway. You made it up those stupid stairs. You can make it out of this hospital. We're right here, waiting for you. We'll wait as long as it takes."

Day after day, his friends worried for him.

"Tom. Please. You need to eat something."

"I'm not hungry."

"You haven't eaten anything all day."

"We all know hospital food tastes like the bottom of a dumpster. I'll get something from the vending machine later."

"When was the last time you slept?"

"..."

"Tom. Please. Come home with us. Just for a little while."

"I promised him I wouldn't leave."

Night after night, the blue-clad Brit sat, forced to listen to the soft medical murmurs from outside the door. He gritted his teeth, wishing he could block it all out as he focused on the Norwegian's pale face.

"...in critical condition…"

"...might have to amputate…"

Day after day, night after night, he waited. Waited for his friend. Waited with his friends. He refused to cry, refused to show weakness.

Until he heard the voice.

"...T-tom…?"

"Tord!"

With a sob, Tom launched forward, hugging Tord firmly. Tord hugged back with his good arm, crying, as Edd and Matt rushed to join the hug.

Day after day, night after night, Tom began writing in a journal.

Tord got released from the hospital today. To celebrate, we watched Return of the Insane Zombie Pirates From Hell 7. I'm not exactly looking forward to the next few days, since I'm going to have to move all of my stuff back to my old room, which is probably going to take a while. Oh, well. The rest of the guys said they'd help. We'll probably end up fooling around and acting like idiots, just like old times. We probably won't roughhouse as much, though, because of Tord.

I can't help wondering about the future. I'm sure it won't always be easy- Tord is a wanted man, after all (speaking of which, Edd is making him get a haircut, so people won't recognize his horns. He's not too happy about that, but he claims his horns grow naturally, so I guess if one day he's no longer wanted, he could get them back). We probably won't have any more huge day-after-day-night-after-night fights, but I'm sure we'll sometimes still argue. Even if we are friends, things probably won't always be sunshine and rainbows. Or should I say… sunshine and lollipops? We've still got a long way to go, and trust still needs to be built back up. It's going to be a long journey, and I'm sure there'll be plenty of chaos along the way. Especially when a certain hair-horned commie is involved.

But you know what?

I think I'm okay with that.

I'm sure many of you caught the mistake, but for those of you who didn't (including myself for several months), here it is: It's implied in the dialogue and in Tom's journal that the house wasn't destroyed. This wouldn't be such a big problem if I hadn't EXPLICITLY MENTIONED that the house was destroyed JUST A FEW PARAGRAPHS LATER. Wow.

Well... I do headcanon that Tord pays to rebuild the house. Not sure how he'd do that in a coma, but hey, it's Eddsworld! Anything can happen there.

Rereading this, I honestly forgot how much fun it is to write for this series. I have considered writing more about it- they'd probably be more drabbles than anything. I may even write from Tord's perspective about how he spent the days before Tom found him. Let me know if you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them!

Anyway, thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed :)

Fanimaniac out!