It was the afternoon. Edd was in his room drawing. Matt was in his room, looking at himself in the mirror. Tom was in the kitchen drinking Smirnoff and Tord was chilling in the living room. Everything was normal...right...? Tord knew everything was normal, but he felt...off. He felt dizzy for some reason. The others didn't know this...but let night...Tord threw up...some black substance... It was gross and... weird. Tord doesn't know what the hell is wrong with him. He glances at his hands and their shaking slightly. He sees them. He has hands....but they're red...why are they red-?! Then they turned back to normal. That was weird... You good? Tom said as he sat by Tord. Tom and Tord relationship is...well, complicated, but Tom still cares. More than he'll ever admit.