Tom Pov:
I search for the spoon with my hand on the table, but can't seem to find it.
"Did you even put a spoon?" I ask.
"Yes I did," White Leader says.
I start use my 1 uninjured hand search both sides of the bowl.
"You're lying,"
"Do you need help?"
"No shit Sherlock... But I'm not accepting it from you,"
"Why?"
"You'll probably shove the spoon down my throat- Wait actually can you help me?"
"I already told you I'm not killing you,"
"Fuck you then,"
I feel something.
I pick it up and feel it carefully with my good hand.
It's the spoon!
"Yes! I told you I didn't need help!" I say.
"Good job picking up a spoon,"
"Shut up,"
I try putting the spoon into the bowl but now I can't find the fucking bowl.
"FUCK!" I yell.
"Let me fucking help you," White Leader says and snatches the spoon out of my hands.
I hear a spoon clinking against the bowl I assume and then smell food in front of my face.
"Eat," White Leader says.
"Is it poisoned?" I ask.
"No,"
"Then I don't want it anymore," I turn my head.
"Jeez you're picky," the smell goes away.
"Why are you even here with me? Shouldn't you be attending to your army?"
"The army is busy with unpacking things. They don't need me for that,"
"Why are they unpacking things?"
"We needed to move our base so The Red Army can't attack us,"
"Why would they attack you?"
"Well I kidnapped you,"
"They wouldn't come for me,"
"Why do you think that?"
"It's just fact. Tord doesn't give a shit about me... He wouldn't come for me,"
"Well then we also took monster DNA so I guess they could attack for that then,"
"Then your move wasn't a complete waste of hard work,"
"Good,"
...
"So since your staying here for a while... Do you want a room?" White Leader asks.
"A room? Aren't I the enemy or something?" I ask.
"You can't do much blind,"
"So do I have to be a part of The White Army then?"
"Well you can't exactly be a part of it if you're not doing anything, but you can just stay here,"
"That's better I guess,"
"Let me untie your legs then,"
*Time Skip To Tom's New Room*
"Like it?" White Leader asks.
"What? Is it supposed to smell good in here or something?" I ask.
"Right, your blind,"
"Where's the bed? I'm exhausted,"
"Here,"
White Leader takes my hand into his which makes me blush slightly and he walks forward.
White Leader puts my hand on something soft.
"Is this the bed?" I ask.
"Yeah," White Leader says.
I climb on to the bed.
I search around for the pillow and eventually find it.
I face plant into it and instantly fall into a deep sleep.
White Leader Pov:
He's asleep already?
I guess he was exhausted...
I turn him on to his back and tuck him into the bed's blanket.
He's actually kinda cute like this-
No don't think that!
I'm not allowed to have crushes.
Tom Pov: *Morning*
I open my eyes.
Is it still night time?-
Oh yeah.
I'm blind.
I sit up and hold my throbbing head.
This cancer is sure taking it's sweet time to kill me.
"You awake?" I hear which makes me jump.
"White Leader?" I ask.
"Just call me Quin," White Leader says.
"Um.. Okay Quin.. Call me Tom then if we're going to be all goodie goodie to each other,"
"Okay Tom, do you want to eat something now?"
"No-"
A loud growl comes from my stomach.
"I'll take that as a yes,"
"Fine,"
I sit on the ledge of the bed and stand up slowly.
Quin grabs my hand and starts walking and pulling me behind him.
I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be scared of this guy or just plain bored of him.
After a few minutes of hearing the echoing of foot steps and some quiet gasps from what I can assume is people passing by us Quin says, "We're here."
"Where is here exactly?" I ask.
"The dining room,"
"How the fuck did you find a new base with a dining room? Do you even need that?"
"It's not fancy or anything Thomas,"
"It's still a dining room White Leader,"
"I told you to call me Quin,"
"And I told you to call me Tom,"
"That's fair,"
...
"Did you take me here to stand in silence or for me to eat something like you said Quin," I say.
"Yeah um sorry.. Let me lead you to the chair," Quin says.
Quin starts walking again and puts my hand on the chair.
I slowly pull it out from under the table and sit down.
"Wait here," Quin says.
"Not like I have much of a choice," I say.
Quin sighs then I hear foot steps heading away from me.
I sigh.
I keep my head low as I wait for Quin.
Why is this guy being nice?
After a few minutes I hear foot steps coming closer to me.
I hear something being placed on to the table in front of me.
"I got you some food, so I expect you to actually eat," Quin says.
"I might need help," I say.
"It's about time you asked for help,"
I hear a chair shifting which I can assume is Quin sitting down.
I smell something like ravioli in front of my face.
"This is the best I can give right now, so sorry if it isn't that good," Quin says.
I sigh and take a bite of what's in front of me.
I slowly chew on it.
"You look like you're harshly judging the food," Quin says.
I swallow it and say, "Honestly I've had worse."
"Is it good?"
"Not at all,"
Quin sighs and continues to feed me.
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Sorry that I keep forgetting that Tom has a broken arm ;w;