Tino bundled Berwald's coat tighter around his frame as he sat down on the soft couch, still remembering the crime scene, seeing the blood in his mind, and found himself feeling more than a little sick.
He shifted to lay down, imagining a better world where friends didn't die at parties, weren't killed.
Tino closed his eyes, trying to think of something nice to sooth his fears, to let him rest, but all that he could see in his head was blood and a body or the eyes that he realized would haunt him, force him to speak up about whatever regardless.
He puffed his breath out, exhausted, as finally he closed his eyes and slept.
The young man ran, feeling adrenaline surge through weary veins, ones that had been watered down from the drugs and the alcohol, and tried to carefully avoid the danger chasing him.
There was a man just behind him, tall and muscular, dangerous to even so much as look at, and Tino tried to run faster, avoid the imminent doom chasing him down.
He only stopped when he couldn't help heaving over the sight of his friend, once full of live, now dead, corpse covered in blood from little splotches to much larger ones, and the lifeless eyes that stared up at him, tormented him.
Tino shrieks when he feels a strong arm wrap around his middle, knife digging through his hips, dragging the pain out slowly from his body, scarring him.
He burrows further and further away, trying to climb into the ditch, join Eduard, longing for the safety and security of numbers though he wasn't fast enough.
Stomach heaving was the last thing that he felt before finally the knife dug in deeper, and he was out, disconnected from the world.
Tino screams as he awakes, feeling the phantom cuts dance along his veins, feeling the fear that trembled through every last inch of his being.
He buries his face in his arms and cries.
The, "Are you okay?" that follows hurts to even imagine; Eduard hadn't even had this kind of chance.
"I-It's just a dream. I-I'm fine." Tino tries to catch his breath, Eduard's lifeless body is stuck in his mind regardless of any amount of hours that had passed since he'd last seen it.