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This may not be my best story SO FAR but it should get better as it goes on

The small group sat outside a room in the hospital wing waiting for news on the boy. Berwald had given his report and told them that the boy became conscious for a moment before falling back into a comma. Berwald felt panic rise in him as the doctor came out, "Which one of you is 'Berwald'?"

The others looked at the Swede as he stood, "I 'm."

The doctor waved him over, "He's calling your name…"

Berwald swallowed. As he walked into the room the doctor handed Mathias a small vial of blood. The Swede entered the room before he could hear what it was for. No one else was in the room.

As the Swede closed the door he heard a weak but silky voice call out quietly, "Berwald?"

Berwald froze. The boy did hear him. He quickly recovered and sat in a chair next to the boy's bed, "'m here…"

The boy turned his head to look at Berwald, "I'm…Tino…Y-You did get me…out…Thank…you…"

The Swede patted Tino's head, "R'st…" He stood and was about to leave when Tino clutched his shirt.

Berwald looked down at him, "Please…Don't leave…I-I don't want to be alone…anymore…" The Swede thought a moment then nodded and sat down, "Thank…you…" Berwald nodded again and held Tino's hand in both of his.

Tino's amethyst eyes seemed to have a little less sadness and loneliness. Berwald's lips twitched into a small barely noticeable smile and started to hum a tune his mother once did. Tino smiled as his eyes fluttered closed, causing Berwald's heart to leap.

Berwald hummed until Tino was asleep. The Swede was about to close his eyes to sleep as well when Mathias walked in, "Berwald…" The Dane pulled up a chair and sat next to the Swede, "I'm going to tell you a little about Tino…" Berwald sat up straight and held Tino's hand tighter. He felt like he had already bonded with the smaller boy already, "He was born in a small town in Finland but moved to the US at the age of 4. At the age of 5 his parents died in a fire…He was put into foster care for 6 years when he disappeared. We weren't able to get his exact date of birth but…he should either be 17 or 18…"

"…Th'nk you…"

Mathias stood and patted Berwald's head, "I'll tell them to bring you an extra cot."

Berwald shook his head, "W'nt ta be cl'se…"

The Dane nodded in understanding as he left. Berwald concentrated on the Finn until he, himself fell asleep.