Tino was softly panting, his face flushed and his eyes tired with emaciating sickness. Peter had been sent out by Tino to find Berwald, who was at war. Each moment Tino felt his body getting weaker, his breath coming shorter, his heart quickening. It hurt honestly, but not from the physical pain. It hurt from the fact that if he didn't get better; he'd never get to see Berwald again. It was embarrassing to admit, but he wanted to see his beloved "husband" again. Quietly, quietly, he moved his hand to his heart and hoped.
On the battlefield, Berwald was doing poorly. Half of his force had been cut down; the other half was heavily demoralized. Sprinting through heavy forest, running from the other battalion was hard. They kept fighting no matter how many of them you chopped down. His body was tired from the morale of his men. His throat was raw from running too much. His legs were burning from acids building in his legs. But he would keep running if only to tell his beloved "wife" he loved him.
It didn't help his condition to have Danne in the room with him. He was loud, and quite aggravating. Luckily, Mikko was there, and as compared to Danne, liked Tino pretty well. Mikko sat at bedside, wiping Tino's brow when it got too hot. Danne was just annoying at this point, so Mikko sent him to find Berwald. With a knit brow, Tino told Mikko what had been lying stagnant in his heart for so long. "I love him"
Berwald trudged now, mumbling every few seconds "Tino…" Peter saw his father and darted off to him. Snow was falling heavily now, ever quicker as the minutes passed. "Papa!" Peter ran up to Berwald. "Mama's sick!" Turning with burning eyes, he ran back where Peter came from, desperate to make it in time.
Every second got shorter, as Mikko listened patiently to Tino ramble deliriously on. He was saying things that probably only made sense to him and one other person. Mikko knew the other person was, without a doubt, Berwald.
"HEY! BERWALD!" Danne called from just outside the house. Berwald emerged broken and beaten from the forest. "Wh't." "Your wife wants you."
Tino's eyes opened groggily. "Berwald." He rasped quietly. He looked over to the window. It was snowing heavily, but it was so pretty.
Berwald had shooed everyone out besides Peter. He took his wife's hand in his own and waited.
"Isn't the snow so pretty right now, Berwald? The snow… is so lovely."
"'t is. 'M sorry, Tino. So sorry."
Stalling breath.
Stilling heart.
Quiet sobs.
OHGODIFEELLIKESUCHABADPERSONIKILLEDFINLANDIMMAGETSHOTAREN'TI.