It was a crisp morning in late fall. which, was not very warm in Northern Europe.
Berwald was cooking some bacon and eggs for breakfast. the warm, welcoming scent of the meat simmering on the stove top wafted smoothly towards his nostrils. Inhaling the meaty scent Berwald let out a sigh. "mmm"
He snapped back to reality with a sudden thought. hmm shouldn't Tino be up already? It's almost 8:30. And as if thought called it up Berwald swiftly turned when he heard a raspy voice "Is breakfast ready yet?!" Berwald could barely believe his ears but first glance proved it was Tino standing behind him.
He doesn't always sound very rude, what's gotten in to him!
"well?! is it ready or what?!"
"Huh? oh, yeah here." Berwald said handing his wife a plate with 2 eggs and 3 strips of bacon made just the way Berwald knew Tino liked it
"hmm…. thanks.." Tino's voice was barely more than a raspy mumble.
Hmm.. he doesn't sound right at all…
Tino snezzed loudly "Ahchoo!" "Prosit" "Kiitos" Tino responded quickly while standing up to take his plate to the sink.
"Tino, You've barely eaten and i made breakfast the way you like it." Berwald was starting to get a little worried. He usually loves the food i make. right?
"I just wasn't hungry, ok?!" Tino replied in in a defensive tone. which was very unusual for him. He isn't usually this rude berwald was really starting to get worried "Uh… Tino? are you ok?" Tino whipped his head aroung to face the swede in the face. "Yeah i'm fine perfectly fine!" Berwald was shocked was that sarcasm?! But Tino's never sarcastic! finally did Berwald see just how pale Tino's face was and the slightly red discoloration to his nose and cheeks
"Honey? are you sure your feeling alright?" "Yes Berwald i'm-"
Tino stopped mid-sentence and moaned softly before clutching his mouth with a pained look on his face. Taking the hint Berwald ran and grabbed the trash bin. Bringing it to Tino's face and helping the Finn hold the bin in place. Berwald halted and rubbed his wife's back as Tino heaved into the bin.
"Tino, your not okay i think your sick… maybe you should go lay down and I'll get you some medicine and a thermometer."
"No, i'm fine! i swear! I must've eaten something!"
Berwald wouldn't buy it. tino sounded really nasally and his voice was only a raspy whisper. He probably has that flu that's been going around.
Berwald moved the trash bin from Tino's face once the Finn was done throwing up. As soon as he moved, he noticed Tino sway dangerously from side to side before collapsing into his husband's ready arms.
"Tino, you're really sick i think you need rest c'mon i'll take you to bed."
"No I-I'm fine- just a little cold and quesey that's all!"
Tino tried to break free from the Swede's supporting arms but his attempts were feeble
"honey, you're really sick you need rest c'mon."
"Fine!"
Berwald carefully rested Tino's barely conscious bode under the warm cover's of the Fin's bed
"There. i'm gnna get a thermometer. need anything?"
"not much. just-" Tino paused mid sentence to cough. "Just some water and a bucket"
Berwald nodded his response before heading down the stairs to retrieve the said items.
Berwald opened the door with a soft creak "honey? I need to take your temperature, can you sit up?" Tino woke up and did as the Swede asked barely opening his eyes as sweden popped the digital thermometer into the Finn's mouth. The thermometer beeped and Berwald removed it reading it's small digital black letters carefully. "hmmm 40 degrees celsius. just as I thought your running a fever." "okay." "oh and here's you water." Tino nodded his thanks before sitting up (with Berwald's help) to drink the water. "Kiitos" Tino mumbled after draining the glass of the cold, clear liquid.