"Tord!" He could hear shouting from around himself, but he couldn't process anything other than his name. He could feel the squirming of his unborn children in his womb, terror lighting up his nerves. Feeling his now blood soaked hand being pulled away from the wound, he tried to get his bearings back.

"You fuckers! How dare you do that!" Tom had managed to knock both men down, full of a heart pumping rage that had been missing for years. The director held the gun in his hand, a red tinted smoke drifting from his sockets that kept the soldiers pinned to the ground in fear.

"Matt can you tell if the bullet is still in his shoulder? Keep your eyes open Tord, we're trying to help you but you need to keep your eyes open." Edd and Matt were trying to help him, the educator sitting behind him and trying to keep him awake while the ginger inspected the wound. He groaned softly as he felt kicking from his womb, glad that the twins seemed to be alright.

"We need to remove his hoodie and t-shirt. I think it's still in there since there's nothing on the back of his shoulder to indicate an exit wound. We'll need to get him to a hospital soon to get it out." He could feel his vision becoming clearer a little bit as he felt his hoodie and t-shirt being pulled off, getting chilled as his chest and stomach were exposed to the cool night air. If there was ever a time that he should be grateful for the ginger taking a few classes on first aid when they were younger it would be now.

"Sorry I know it's cold." Feeling the blanket being draped over his right side, he nodded as he could feel his soiled shirt being used as a temporary bandage.

"Mummy! You otay?" Giving a weak smile, he brushed off Edd trying to keep the kids away from him. The three toddlers sat on his right side, obviously scared and needing to be calmed down. They'd never seen anything like this happen before, their mom bleeding this much or anyone being shot. Using his right arm, he pulled the trio into a one armed hug.

"I'm okay babies. It's gonna be okay." Hearing a body fall from the commotion in front of him, he watched three people walking closer. His fear spiked for only a moment, before seeing Tom holding a gun to each of the others' heads.

"I want you to apologize and see what you did. Almost murdering a mum is one thing, almost killing a mum and his two unborn children is another thing entirely." Watching both sets of eyes widen, he sighed softly as the two men he used to call friends realized what they had almost done.

"We didn't know… we hadn't even thought about why there were children in that picture. We apologize for what we've done." The shorter, Patryck, had his hands up in surrender, barely being able to speak. Looking up at them, he felt calmer, not as feared by the duo as he had been for so many years.

"It's fine. Nobody lost their lives tonight. Apology accepted." He winced as the cloth was tightened over his shoulder. Feeling himself being helped up onto his feet, he was wobbly from blood loss.

"But-"

"No buts. It was a misunderstanding and my hormones weren't helpful." Watching the two nod, he hissed in pain as the lower half of his left arm was shifted to be placed in a makeshift sling of his hoodie.

"We need to get you to the hospital and that bullet out of your shoulder." Nodding minutely, he felt the blanket being fixed on his person.

"I'll call and see if the neighbors can watch the triplets. Why couldn't you both pull this stunt earlier in the night when they'd actually be awake." Watching as Edd walked a few meters away to make the call, he could feel the squirming of the twins calm down a little. Getting helped back to the bench, he watched as Matt took the seat directly next to him. Tom and Edd had left to take the triplets to their neighbors house and to get a car, the three figured that it wasn't safe for him to walk home with a bullet in his shoulder.

"I guess you both have questions." He glanced over to the duo, both sitting on the other side of Matt unarmed but still dangerous.

"What happened?" The Dutchman spoke up, his cigarette being jostled between his lips.

"I could ask the same thing. And please put that out, I don't want my kids getting sick because you thought you could smoke in front of me." Watching the large-browed man put the chemical-spill-in-a-stick out, he sighed softly. "Alright, here goes. From the beginning. So after the robot was shot and crashed I had managed to crawl from the wreckage. I was bleeding like crazy from my right arm which is a little ironic right now." Laughing a little, he placed his head on Matt's shoulder as he noticed the recording app on the ginger's phone. "So I waited there for a while, a few minutes, a few hours I don't know but I was there waiting for you both to come get me. Eventually I managed to crawl down the hill, I had found an aid kit and managed to wrap up what was still considered an arm. It was dark so I didn't need to worry about being caught by the police. It took a while to get their trust back, a few of the things I did to gain it back not exactly being safe for work." Turning bright red in the face, he paused to take a breath.

"Well after a few weeks everything seemed to be fine for the most part. I had been getting sick and waking up much later than usual. So after a particularly bad bout of nausea, Edd had taken me to get checked up at the hospital. Got the results back and found out that I was five weeks pregnant. I wound up telling these three when I brought them to my eleven week appointment, which was when we were told that I was carrying twins. Nothing much happened until after I hit full term, I ended up going into labor two weeks overdue, during a snowstorm, right after Tom shoved a handful of snow down the back of my shirt which in turn made me drop a boiling mug of water onto my chest and legs. I pushed out three adorable little monsters who uncannily act like their dads. Ended up becoming a stay at home mum while the other three got jobs, I legally couldn't do the same since I was thought to be dead and really didn't want to get an actual job. It's stupid but my profession is taking care of my kids." Giving a soft chuckle, he kept blinking. There were dark rings forming around his vision, the blood loss being the most likely culprit.

"About five and a half months ago I had been getting sick again, biggest incident being when I legitimately forgot about the triplets and fell asleep on the couch. Went back to see my doctor who joked about how I had just been there for my physical with the kids. Found out that I was pregnant again, waited a week to tell the three stooges. The three proposed rig-" Feeling the darkness swallow him up, he slumped against Matt's shoulder.

His eyes fluttered open, the bright lights above him causing him to flinch back. His left shoulder felt numb, but he wasn't as worried about that as he was about where he was. Taking in the feeling of being surrounded by strangers, he grit his teeth and felt a soft whimper leave his throat.

"Move away from him! You're all sending him into a panic with you being so close!" Hearing Tom's voice, he felt a little better. Closing his eyelids for a few moments, he could tell that most of the persons who were surrounding him moved away.

"Sir! I am going to have to ask for you to leave! Let us do our job. You can't possibly understand what we are doing to help your friend." He could feel his blood pumping through his veins, the thought of being separated from the only person he knew to trust and knew what was happening with him sending him into a panic. Opening his eyes to slits, he watched as Tom shoved the woman away from him and grabbed his right hand.

"Hey I'm right here. Pay attention to me and me alone. You're going to be alright. Matt told us that-" He had begun to calm down, a light smile crossing his face. He tried to squeeze Tom's hand lightly, but found it uncomfortable to do so, and looking down proved to show why. He had an IV in the back of his hand, the dark red of the tubing showing that he was receiving blood from a pouch on the stand. It would've made him laugh, how Tom was holding his hand despite the other being against the practice of receiving blood, if his attention wasn't redirected back to the nurse.

"Sir! I told you to leave and go to the waiting room! If you don't listen I will be forced to have you removed from the room and property." Watching as Tom turned on the nurse, he could feel the squirming of his children finally, feeling at ease with knowing that the two boys were fine.

"Ma'am, I don't believe that you understand. And please keep your voice down." He enjoyed how softly the other spoke. Though it didn't seem to affect the woman in any way other than negatively.

"Sir I know what I'm doing. I will be requesting for security to remove you." He felt the hand tighten around his, instinctively gripping back despite how uncomfortable it felt. The other medical staff that had been in the room had left at the sight of the conflict, not wanting to get into trouble. Watching the nurse leave the room, he motioned for the other to hit the button on the side of his bed that would be used to call for someone at the nurses station. Watching a male nurse who looked to be in training if the older person behind him wasn't a clue.

"Is there something wrong?" He opened his mouth to speak before watching the previous nurse stomp back into the room with a security guard by the sleeve.

"This man is preventing me from tending to my patient." The woman pointed an accusatory finger at Tom, his own eyes rolling at the statement.

"I was going to file a complaint, but I never learned her name throughout the entire seven minutes I've been awake that she's yelled during. The man she is accusing of keeping her from her work is my fiancee, who's been trying to keep me from slipping into a panic attack." Managing to keep from breaking off the edge of his emotions, he closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself. Opening his eyes, he smiled at seeing the security guard leaving with the woman, the male nurse taking over with checking him over. It wasn't too long after that everything was explained to him and his other fiancees joined him in the hospital room, the neighbors coming by with the kids a while after that.

"You feeling any better? I can't understand how you handle this." Glancing over to the sleeping figures of his partners and children, he smiled at the friendly face beside him.

"I don't know, I just might be used to it after so many years with the three of them that the kids don't make much of a difference. Gosh I don't even know if that makes sense." Hearing a soft laugh from his side, his mouth perked up at the side.

"That makes more sense than it should. That's the only way I handle the two dorks I live with." Grinning, he looked back over to the group of ten who slept almost fully piled up on the in room couch.

"Yeah, you're right Jon. It does make more sense than it should when you've got your own dorks to take care of on the daily."

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Tord said that nobody died ;3

Thank you Preggo Sauce for guessing correctly for the contest. They have named the twins as their prize.

~Mari