Two Years Later
Tord's Perspective
I felt nothing. I felt nothing for so long. Maybe this is death, and there is no heaven. I could hear occasional noises, like the beep of a heart monitor or a nurse. I could hear my fathers when they cried. I heard Edd once, reconciling about lost times. I heard almost everything there was to hear in my state, at least once. But I never heard Thomas. This endless time that I've been trapped with eyes that won't open and a body that won't move, I've never heard his voice or felt his skin against mine. Every once in a while, which I was guessing was a day or week, I would feel my most loving father give me a kiss and hold my hand. He would talk to me and say things I didn't understand. He'd sing me to sleep sometimes, where I'd rest for an indefinite period of time. Every time that he came to be with me, I wanted to smile and tell him I loved him. One day, I awoke from a peaceful sleep to feel sense in my hand. I couldn't move it, but I tried for hours and hours.
When my father showed up, he gave me a kiss and a hug like usual. He then gently caressed my hand and held it. I really want to move now, and show him that I'm here. I wanted to so badly. After minutes of uselessly trying, my fingers actually moved. I heard Pat gasp. I couldn't really hear what he was saying clearly, none of my senses were working fully. My hand felt so sore and tired, like I hadn't moved in years. Maybe I hadn't. I could clearly hear Pat's comforting tone though, as he gave me more kisses and rubbed my hand. I think he told me that he loved me. I also think that he was rubbing my palm to gently stimulate the muscles in my fingers. It did feel nice, but I'm not sure how well it worked. My fingers did move again, as more of a twitch. I suppose a true coma would have me unconscious, but my demon blood has kept me conscious enough to hear everything and feel certain things. I relaxed more when Patryk held me in his arms.
I could hear him clearly as he spoke in my ear. "I missed you so much Tord.. I love you. I'm going to get the doctor, but I'll be back. I promise." I wish that I could say that I loved him as well, but he already knew anyways. I felt him let go of me and listened as he walked out of the room. After the doctor came in, I felt Patryk's hand gently rub mine. My papa was here for me, and I knew it always. They talked for a while, which I couldn't understand much at all. When they went silent, the doctor began doing many tests that would make a normal person react physically, but the only part I felt was when the doctor touched my hand. I attempted to pull my hand away from him, which came out as my hand twitching and slightly pulling away. My arm had moved a bit with it, which I didn't even know I could do. Patryk and the doctor conversed more before I heard the doctor sit on something next to my bed. I felt Patryk lean on the bed as he got closer to me.
"Tord, can you hear me like this? Try to move your hand if you can." He told me clearly, but not too loudly because he was close to my ear. I slightly twitched my hand and relaxed it as Patryk massaged it. I could practically feel his joy, even if I couldn't see it or hear it. "Can you feel it when I touch you?" He asked quietly and I moved my fingers, better than a twitch, but still not having complete control over my hand. He kept asking me questions like this for a while, before the doctor said something and Pat let my hand rest. I had to realize that I didn't remember what my parents looked like. I had some vague fragments of the concept, but I couldn't picture them in my mind. I couldn't remember what anything looked like. I could only remember my past, and even then I couldn't always recall it. I remember that I have one arm, and that Tom is my rival. I remember going on adventures with Edd, though I can't remember the visuals. I half-remembered things.
For the rest of the night, I could feel Patryk's comforting hand gently rub my hand. My sore hand got better at controlling itself as time went on, to the point that I could weakly hold Patryk's hand. At what Pat had deemed night, he helped me to settle my mind into a better state of rest. He gave me the usual goodnight kiss, and this time he even sang to me. He then reminded me that in the morning he would come back, and that hopefully I would sleep well. He also told me that he'll bring things to stimulate my senses, like a strawberry or peach. He knows I love peaches, they're my favorite fruit. He gave me a last goodnight kiss before easing my hand off of his own, walking off and closing the door. I could feel a form of sleep come to me rather quickly, with the comfort that I was finally waking up.
Later as my mind stirred from rest, I could smell something delicious. I think it was Patryk's breakfast, and it smelled absolutely amazing. I attempted to reach in the direction of the smell, but was gently guided back to laying my hand on the bed. Pat seemed to laugh and rubbed my hand. I knew I couldn't eat because my mouth wasn't really working, but it was an attempt. He bent down near my ear, the one without issues due to the explosion long ago. "I'll let you try some of the peaches I got, but don't try to swallow it. Your body isn't ready for that." He told me and propped up my body. He gently opened my mouth, and I tasted the familiar flavor of my favorite fruit. A juicy piece of peach rested on my tongue, and it tasted amazing. It sat there for many moments until he took it out, probably throwing it away. "Can you taste that?" He asked curiously and I attempted to reply normally, but my mouth was still not working.
"I bet you're so thirsty after all this, hm? I'll ask the doctor later if you can have a glass of water." He told me and continued to keep me company. Later that day, a person I didn't know came in. I somewhat recognized his voice, but I hadn't heard it in a long time. I could recognize his hand as well, as it slowly traced down my scarred face. "So you're finally waking up? It took you long enough, Commie." The familiar voice hummed tiredly. It was Tom. Tom came in, and he's speaking to me. "I'll clue you in when you're better, alright?" He told me and I attempted to open my eyes. Now I was definitely curious as to what was going on. He left as quickly as he came, leaving the room with a pair of shoes I had never heard him with before.
After another week of fully recovering with my father helping me the whole way, I had adjusted to walking slowly and wearing my robotic arm again. Today, Pat told me that Thomas would tell me all about what's happened. I wanted to know why Pat couldn't tell me, but I didn't question him. Paul was here today as well, celebrating my recovery and giving me many warm hugs. They told me that I had been gone for almost two years, and I knew that a lot could happen in two years. Drastic things and even crazy things could happen. But here I was, not worrying about the world as I was held by my two fathers. The best parents I could ever ask for. "I missed you so much, my sweet little imp." Patryk cooed and kissed my forehead. I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder. "I wanted to tell you that I love you for so long..." I told him and breathed in his scent. It was my favorite scent in the world, aside from peaches.
I think that my parents looked older than before, with gray hairs setting in and worn skin being more evident. It pained me to see my parents grow old, but it also gave me a strange comfort. My parents were growing old together, and continuing to love me and support me throughout everything. "... Father, do you think that I'll ever have a mate like you have Paul?" I asked and stared at the man holding me comfortably in a chair. "Yeah.. I believe you will, Tord. Surely there's somebody out there who's perfect for you. And you'll grow old together, and maybe have a kid just like Paul and I. And we'll always be here for you, my handsome little devil." He reassured me and kissed my cheek. Patryk wasn't always a loving person, he's told me before. He used to be very quite and introverted, focusing completely on his job over everything. Paul changed his life, and made him feel happy enough to openly express his affections.
I hope that I also meet a mate who will open me up, just like Patryk opens me up a little. "Papa, how old are you going to be this year?" I asked curiously and sat on my medical bed. "Oh, I really can't remember." He said and pulled out his phone. "You're turning forty, love. In April." Paul reminded the forgetful man and gave him a gentle kiss. Pat smiled and leaned onto his lover's shoulder. "Right." He hummed and sighed contently. "My family is together once again. I can be content with the world." He said with a warm tone and closed his eyes, resting most of his weight on Paul. Paul wrapped an arm around him and securely held his significant other. I watched with a soft smile and laid down on my bed. I looked around the room before examining my robotic arm. It felt different than when I had worn it before, but I suppose that's only because I'm not used to the sensation. I flexed the robotic muscles in the arm and slowly moved it around, testing the waters. I wasn't used to moving in general, but this arm was a whole new level of strange.
I think I need to take it off, or maybe I just need to examine the connection point. I pulled up my sleeve and slowly slid my hand down my heavily scarred shoulder, running down to the connector. It looked like I was developing a strange rash, which explained the weird sensation on my arm. I was itchy, but had forgotten what exactly that felt like. "Pat look, I have a rash." I told him, catching his attention. He sat down next to me and examined the rash carefully. "Oh, you've got one all around it. How strange.. I'll take it off for now if you'd like." He offered and I sighed. I just got back my other arm, and now it's gotta go. "Yeah, better do that than keep this terrible rash going." I said and closed my eyes, gripping the edge of my hospital gown. "Just try to relax Tord, it'll be alright." Pat assured me and slowly pulled off my robotic arm first. He set it down and very carefully pulled off my connector, which hurt like fire.
Every time the connector was taken out, my injured shoulder hurt like it was getting scarred for the first time. It felt like my shoulder was going through the trauma of that explosion again. I felt Patryk give me a shot of painkillers and began to relax as the throbbing pain calmed. Pat wrapped up my arm in a soft, silky substance and kissed my cheek. "There, I'm done." He told me and I looked over at the wrapped shoulder. It was a nice cherry red silk covering that I assumed Patryk had gotten for me while I was in a sort of coma. I laid down and tiredly yawned. "Why can't I leave this room yet-?" I asked for the twentieth time today. Their answer didn't suffice, to me. "Well you can't go out into the base without being caught up first, and Tom is busy right now. He'll come in soon, I'm sure." He tried to assure me and snuggled up to Paul. "Besides, I think it's nice to spend so much time together." He said with a smile as Paul pulled the lighter man into his lap. Right, I guess it makes sense that Pat wants to spend time together with Paul. After-all, he rarely gets to spend more than an hour or two of time with his lover. His shifts are long and he's a hard worker, so he doesn't let Paul distract him. Now, he could be endlessly hugged, kissed, and other more private things in his own time by his partner.