This was not what he needed...

His whole right side was bandaged up and burnt constantly, he almost always felt sick.

And now this?!

It was tragedy, the worst part of this all!

There was no bacon left...

Tord curses under his breath, standing up on shaky legs, going room to room, his eye twitching.

Thankfully, the one twitching was hidden beneath the thick gauze, so no one would know he was seething.

A knock sounds on the door, your door.

He peaks his head in, an unimpressed look on his face, with one annoyed eye and a frown.

"Did you eat the..."

What was the word again? He blanked for a moment.

"Siste... Last... the last piece of bacon?"

He gad a faint look of murser in his eyes, and you could tell he was just grumpy right now.

He wasn't used to living with people, let alone ones that didn't see him as the boss.