Tom had been in the same spot for the last few weeks, the hospital wing. This killed his leader because the brit had stage 4 lung cancer. Tord would always visit his second in command and friend when he had the chance, spending as much time as he could.

They hadn't told him that he had cancer until a week ago, Tord didn't want Tom to know.

Red leader strode through the halls, looking over a letter that had been sent to him. He looked up once in a while to make sure he hadn't passed the hospital wing. The norski made his way inside the room and saw the man he loved asleep peacefully in the pure white bed.

Tord sat beside his friend and partner, and whispered into his small ear.

"wakey wakey..." Tom groaned softly and stirred, during the last two weeks he had become less of a deep sleeper, able to wake up to a few pins dropping.

"c'mon Tommy... we can't afford to lose you from sleeping too long..." this woke the brit up, his eyes met Tord's with a soft emotionless look. He sighed.

"im up..."

"good... and don't be a sad sally, i'm taking you back to the office for a few days." The norski stated, the boy in the bed smiled softly.

"r-really?"

"yes..."

Tom just managed to sit up and swing his arms around Tord, and hugging him.

He finally let go after a while, letting the norski free from his grasp.

They walked back to the office and had the time of their lives, joking around, laughing, catching up, they almost didn't want it to end.

The next day Tom had woken up with a sharp pain in his chest, he had fallen asleep next to Tord so he could make sure he was fine. The brit started to hyperventilate quietly.

The norski finally woke up to the sound of toms pained heavy breathing.

"tom...??" he looked at the boy gripping his chest.

"it... hurts..." he slowly started to lose oxygen from the heavy and fast breathing. Tord hugged Tom and rubbed his back, the brit dying in his arms.

"i... don't wanna... go..." he managed to breath out. The norski nodded and whisper in his ear.

"i don't... want you to go either... but... you'll be in a better place ok...?"

"ok..."

"Tom... i love you..." tord choked out, trying not to sob.

"i love... you... too..."

Tom stopped breathing and the man hugging him cried into his unlifely shoulder. His friend, second in command, partner, and now boyfriend, died in his arms.

He loved that boy in the bed.