Paul woke up in a hotel. His hand was bandaged with a cooling gel applied. He sat up as the effects of sleep cleared his mind.
•••
Then it all came back to him.
He held his face in his hands as tears pooled in his eyes.
His voice cracked as he called out. "Patryk?"
There was no response.
He began to sob into his hands when a door opened.
Tord.
Paul was filled with silent rage.
This was his fault.
His fault.
He set the fire.
Paul wouldn't speak and Tord looked at him with concern and guilt.
"Are you okay?"
Paul stared at Tord.
"He's in the other room next door... You know... If you want to see him."
Paul was startled. Who? Patryk died... I heard the explosion...He was dead...
"Who?" Paul inquired.
"I know you got caught in an explosion and all but I didn't think there was any brain damage..." Tord tilted his head slightly to the right confused and worried. " Oh god..." Tord began to panic.
Paul stood up-a little wobbly, but okay.
"I'm fine." Paul said.
•••
Paul hobbled to the hotel room to the right of his. He entered using the key Tord gave him. Tears threatened when he looked inside.
Patryk.
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Shattered
FanfictionTord is self destructing. Ever since the "incident" he just hasn't been the same. That's what Paul calls it. "The incident" Nothing more... Nothing less. He holds tight to his last strings of sanity. No more updates. I've been on a very long creativ...
