Tord paced back and forth in front of his bed. He had set Tom on the bed because that was the best place to set him. Not long after Tom collapsed Edd and Matt rushed in.

They asked a lot of questions but they didn't get many answers because Tord didn't have answers. Only Tom had the answers.

At this point, Edd fell asleep on the floor next to the bed with Matt beside him. Tord wanted to take a picture for revenge but he couldn't stay calm until Tom woke up. So many questions filled Tord's head.

'Why did he pass out? What was he going to do with the blade? Is he getting some of his memories back? Are his memories still in there trying to get out? Is he going to be okay? When will he wake up? What was he thinking, what is he thinking? Did Tom add the scars on his arms?'

Tord couldn't help asking those questions and more over and over in his head.

"Please wake up Tom," Tord begged, grabbing his hand. It was almost as if Tord's wish came true, Tom woke up.

"What happened?" Tom asked. Tom looked at Tord. "Don't cry!" Tom then reached forward, wiping the tears off Tord's face. Tord didn't even know he was crying.

"How much do you remember?" Tord asked. Tom took a moment to build anticipation between him and Tord. Suddenly a terrifying look fell on Tom's face.

"I was going to kill myself…''Tom muttered barely loud enough for Tord to hear.

"Why!?" Tord asked, almost waking Edd and Matt.

"There was a voice, it said you wouldn't like my drawing, and that I'm the problem. It also said that you hate me and I'm the last thing you want to deal with," Tom told him.

"That's not true though! I haven't looked at your drawing but I'm sure it's wonderful! You're not a problem, I mean sure you're involved with a problem, you're not the problem! I don't hate you! And I will always want to put you first!" Tord yelled.

He didn't realize the words that came out of his mouth. Tom gave a slight smile. "Thank you," Tord looked up at him. Tord simply returned the smile.

Later that night, Tom fell asleep on the couch while Tord asked for alone time.

'The things the voice told Tom sounded like the Tom I know. I've heard him say something close to that. Sometimes when he thinks no one is listening. Like when I made fun of how much Tom drinks he muttered that he was always the problem. Recently he would have back-and-forth conversations with himself, but one half was in his head. Maybe a voice? It's the only logical reason. Is the voice the same voice Tom hears or is it, Tom? Is this voice going to help bring back Tom's memories?'

The more Tord thought the more questions appeared. Tord decided to work on the gun to keep his mind off of Tom but the same thoughts kept coming back.

Eventually, he stopped working on the gun and sat back to sit in his thoughts.

Knock Knock

Tord turned to the door to see Tom holding Tomee Bear and had the hood of his jacket up. To be honest, Tom was completely wrong, red definitely looked good on him, but it was funny how big the sweater was compared to Tom. Tord mentally face palmed for just realizing how cute Tom looked in his oversized jacket.

"The couch got uncomfortable, can I sleep in here?" Tom asked. Tord nodded his head. Tom came in and lay on the bed. It wasn't long before his light snores escaped him.

Tord chuckled. "I've never seen him fall asleep so quickly. He's normally a night owl!" Tord then turned back to the gun with his mind now at ease.

Tord was planning on pulling an all-nighter so he could get answers quicker but ended up falling asleep when he went to check on Tom.

I was rather early when Tom woke up. He woke up because of a nightmare. A nightmare of where a familiar bass guitar was broken. Tom didn't know what the guitar was or why it was so important but it scared him.

He looked over at Tord who held his left hand. He was passed out. On the other side of the bed was Ringo cuddling close to Tom.

"I don't think I can get any sleep, I've got too many questions. Why did that dream feel like a nightmare?" Tom asked himself aloud.

Tom sighed and put his hand on his forehead. Tom laid back down cuddling as close to Tord as he could. He thought that cuddling Tord would give him some hint of what had been going on the last two days.

But it seemed that Tord was as far in the dark as Tom was. Tom shivered, he wasn't cold he was sad. He was angry. He hated that he didn't know what was going on and it was about him.

You are the problem.

Tom heard the voice again. A tear formed in his eye as he closed them causing it to fall on Tord's hand.

Footsteps could be heard from the hallway coming closer. A familiar green hooded figure appeared in the doorway. His grin was almost bigger than the sun.

Ringo then got up and jumped off the bed and went over to Edd. Edd tiptoed over to the two and took a picture and tiptoed out.

Tom gave a weird look at Edd as he left the room, but other than that he kept his eyes closed. Tord then lifted up Tom and laid him on top of himself back up. Tom's hair covered Tord's face.

"So soft…" Tord said, still half asleep. Tom chuckled a little and hugged Tord as Tord hugged him back.

Edd then reappeared and took more pictures before leaving once more. Tom felt at ease other than Edd taking pictures every now and then.

"Maybe I will be able to go back to sleep," Tom muttered with a smile on his face. He let a yawn out.

"I love you Tord," Tom confessed as he fell back asleep. But before Tom fell asleep Tord muttered something similar. Something like "I love you too Tom"

Tord was the first to wake up of the two. His face turned a bright red becoming a darker red than his hoodie. Tord looked down at Tom. Watching the slow rise and fall of his back. Tord then looked at his alarm clock,

11:53 PM

"Edd's probably up," Tord muttered to himself before looking back at Tom. "He's been up for a while," Tom responded. Tord's eyes widened at hearing Tom's response. "He took some photos of us," Tom added.

"Can you get off?" Tord asked. "I mean I can, but do I want to?" Tom responded by cuddling closer to Tord.

"Please get off," Tord stated, getting a little angrier.

"But you're the one who put me on top of you," Tom huffed. Tord's face turned red once more. "And you're so comfy. Like a big teddy bear," Tom said, hugging Tord tighter.

Tord sighed in defeat. "Hey, do you know about this black bass guitar with a checkerboard pattern on it?" Tom asked, letting Tord go.

"Susan? Your bass guitar, you love her." Tord said as he cocked an eyebrow. "That sounds right. I had a nightmare where someone destroyed her," Tom said, rolling off of Tord and onto the floor.

"Ow…" Tom said, clutching the back of his head. "You good?" Tord asked. "Yeah," Tom said, sitting up.

"It's been a while since we've changed your bandages, we should change them," Tord said as he went to get the first aid kit. When Tord came back Tom took off all his clothes leaving him in his boxers showing almost no skin because there were so many bandages.

"Are there more bandages than when we last changed them?" Tord asked, sitting down next to Tom. "No, we just didn't change them all," Tom answered as he started to unwrap the bandages on his legs.

Tord helped unwrap the bandages on the other leg and then started to wrap them up as Tom unwrapped the bandages around his arms and chest.

Once Tord was done wrapping the bandages around Tom's legs and arms his face turned a little red as he had to wrap his chest.

In the end, Tord closed his eyes as he wrapped his chest. Then lastly his neck. "Thanks again," Tom thanked Tord as he picked up his clothes to get dressed.

"What the fuck," Edd said as he held his phone up in the doorway. Tom had a look of terror on his face and Tord didn't move. Tom climbed into Tord's closet to get dressed in peace. Tord stood up and walked over to the door and closed it and locked it in Edd's face.

A few seconds later Tom came out wearing the same clothes. "Just use my clothes, those need to be washed." Tord offered as he walked over to the closet, closing it in Tom's face. A few minutes later Tom came out struggling to keep his pants on.

"Tord, your pants don't fit me…" Tom said letting them go as they fell to the ground. Lucky though, his hoodie covered his boxers and a bit more, but the bandages still showed.

"You can wear that, but I don't think Edd would have pants your size either. Oh, we can go into your room for your pants!" Tord said as he remembered he busted the door to Tom's room.

The two walked to the room beside Tord's. The stench of alcohol and rust was a lot less now. The lights were off, almost leaving the room pitch black. Tord tried the switch but it didn't work.

"The bulb must be busted…" Tord muttered, and he pulled out his lighter. It barely lit up anything. Tom then walked in front of Tord.

"Tom be careful, there's probably something sharp like broken bottles or knives on the floor, just watch where you're stepping cause you don't have shoes on," Tord warned.

"Good one, there's a bottle right in front of you, and it's broken with a rust color on it. Weird…" Tom said as he walked over to the closet. While Tom did that Tord bent down lighting his lighter, and sure enough there was a broken bottle with a rust color on it. Unlike Tom, Tord knew what the rust color was.

"How can you see so well?" Tord asked with a slight smile. "What are you talking about? Aren't the lights on?" Tom asked, turning back at Tord as he put on his pants. Tord then pulled out his phone and turned the flashlight on. Tom's eyes had become one line, he also had a long slender purple tail with ears that were purplish elf ears.

Tord then looked around the room seeing pills of Smirnoff and blood-covered blades and sheets. The mirrors were shattered to pieces leaving the wooden backboard. On the wall written in blood were very mean words.

'MONSTER, FREAK, DIE, SELFISH, BRAT, WORM, PITIFUL, WEAK, UGLY, FAT, USELESS, BURDEN.'

Those were just some of the words. On the nightstand was a leather journal. It could've been all the answers Tord was looking for, and more, but it was Tom's privacy and he had to respect it.

"Tord? Are you okay?" Tom asked, walking over. "Let's just get out of here," Tord said, grabbing Tom's wrist lightly. "Bottle," Tord then stopped in his tracks to see an unopened bottle of Smirnoff Tord stepped over it and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

"Let's not go in there again," Tord said as they walked over to his room. "What about Edd?" Tom asked. Tord had completely forgotten about him. "I'll talk to him, why don't you go to sleep?" Tord said with a smile.

Tom nodded as he continued into Tord's room as Tord walked to the living room. "Here we go,"