Tord never knew his life could change within the span of a few hours but it did. Visiting his old friends proved that, just trying to get his giant robot back and to avoid suspicion wasn’t easy He destroyer his friends house in the process and killed one of the neighbors with a rouge missile but he wasn’t paying attention the harpoon gun that was lifted from the rubble. It aimed and fired directly at the massive machine, stabbing trough it and causing an explosion He should’ve been dead however he wasn’t, he woke up on a bill nearby the house and the what was left of his robot, what took years to create in his old room was gone and reduced to nothing but a few scraps and parts seeing his lifes work gone hurt him That pain couldn’t compare to the sudden agony he felt on the left side of his body, the adrenaline had worn off leaving nothing but burning, he quickly realized that he couldn’t see out of his left eye too, his arm and face was charred and bleeding, slowly dripping blood onto the grass below him slowly he walked towards the wreckage, and picked up a mechanical arm with his right hand suddenly a red car pulled up and two men stepped out, Tord looked over his shoulder as they approached. Seeing him in that state. Seeing that he was alive was shocking They both got him in the backseat of the car and quickly drove off Tord didn’t know how long he was out for, could’ve been hours, days. He wouldn’t care or notice. He just wanted the pain to stop, even if it was briefly He woke up in a hospital bed, his clothes were replaced with a hospital gown, an IV in his arm, and the heart rate monitor beeping in the background looking down he could see, his left arm was completely amputated and replaced with that mechanical one he was holding hours earlier. The rest of him was covered in ugly and jagged scaring. Darker than his normal skin using his flesh had and touched the left side of his face and realized it was covered in bandages, and so was his neck suddenly he heard footsteps approaching, and the curtain is drawn back seeing a nurse he obviously didn’t recognize, probably staring more than he should when he spoke his voice and hoarse, still having that Norwegian accent “Hvor lenge har jeg vært her?” The nurse looked confused and he realized that they didn’t speak Norwegian, sighing he switched to English “How long have I been here?”