A/N: I started working on this story a few weeks ago, and decided to finish it so that I could put it up. I feel it's one of my better works.

I experimented with my medical knowledge here, which isn't all that much. I had my mom help me out with some of it since she's an ER nurse and also did quite a bit of research, but even so, there may be some inaccuracy.

Enjoy.

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Tino lay quietly on the couch in the living room of his home, a cup of coffee in one hand, and a book in his lap. His young son Peter was curled up next to him, asleep peacefully. The only sound that could be heard that wasn't the crackling of the wood from the fireplace was the grinding of a buzz saw against wood.

Berwald, Tino's tall, handsome, Swedish husband was working away on a new piece of wood furniture, a hobby the house had gotten used to the noise of. It actually became soothing to Tino, knowing that his lover was doing something he enjoyed.

Tino's violet eyes wandered casually from the words of the book to his son, drifted off into a dream that no one would know about. He smiled to himself, gently brushing his fingers through the young Sealander's bright blonde hair.

He leaned his head back, staring up at the blank white ceiling, letting himself become enveloped in the calm all around him. He couldn't think of a better way to spend his evening. His child was curled up, safe and sound asleep next to him, his husband was doing the work he had practiced all his life with enjoyment, and Tino himself was relaxing to his heart's content. It couldn't get much better.

He looked back to his book and marked his page by folding one of the corners, shutting his piece of reading and placing it on the oak coffee table Berwald had constructed the previous summer. He set his coffee down next to the book and stood, carefully picking Peter up, holding the young boy close. He carried the Sealander up a flight of stairs and to his designated bedroom, where he laid him down in his bed and tucked him in. He smiled and placed a soft kiss on Peter's forehead before heading back downstairs.

He ventured to the door of the garage, opening it to reveal Berwald doing measurements on a piece of wood with a ruler and a pen.

"Hey Berwald." The Finn's voice was quiet, but it caught the carpenter's attention without fault.

"Hej." Berwald responded, turning his head to look to the younger man. Tino walked over and observed as the Swede went back to his measurements, making little marks where they were needed, being extremely precise in the way he did so.

"I'll leave you to do your work." Tino spoke, giving Berwald a quick peck on the cheek before heading back to the door. He glanced back at his love before going inside, shutting the door behind him.

He retreated to the couch he had previously been on, grabbing the cup of coffee he had left on the table. He took a sip of it before setting it back on the table just as the buzz saw started up once again in the garage.

Tino flinched heavily as the familiar sound of the rapidly spinning steel saw on wood changed to that of something softer, followed a loud scream that Tino had never heard before. He stood as the garage door was practically kicked open, revealing a Swede speckled with blood, clutching his left hand that was nearly in half. Berwald rushed to the kitchen and held his mangled hand over the sink so that the blood pouring from his wound wouldn't get all over. Tino rushed to his aid, almost horrified by what he saw. It was a harsh, messy, ragged cut stretching from in-between Berwald's thumb and pointer finger almost to the other side of his hand.

The Finnish 'wife' quickly grabbed a clean washcloth and wrapped his husband's hand in it, trying to suppress the bleeding and hold the hand together. He thought at lightning speed as hard as he could, trying to remember anything about stopping heavy bleeding that he could. Then he remembered.

A tourniquet. That's what he needed. He looked around the kitchen, almost in a panic, searching for something he could use to cut off the blood flow to Berwald's hand. He looked down to his husband's waist and spotted the perfect item for a tourniquet. His belt.

He quickly reached down and began undoing the leather belt, pulling it through the loops in the older man's pants hastily. Once he had the belt, he wrapped it tightly around Berwald's forearm, hoping to cut off circulation so that the blood would stop pouring from the Swede's wound.

Berwald pounded his free hand which was now in a fist on the table, letting out a groan of pain. His left hand was practically in half and it hurt more than anything he'd ever felt before. He had been stupid enough to look away from the machine he was running and sliced right into his hand, mangling it and slicing up tendons, ligaments, bones, and skin. A buzz saw was never meant to go through someone's hand.

"W-We better get you to the hospital, Berwald." Tino said, placing a shaky hand gently on Berwald's back. The older Swede couldn't respond with words, but did respond with a small nod.

The two left the kitchen, and went through the garage to get to the car in the driveway. Tino had to hold back a gasp at the amount of blood that was splattered around the garage, particularly the amount on and around the buzz saw that had inflicted the wound on Berwald.

The husband and 'wife' were soon on their way to the hospital. Berwald cradled his mangled hand, teeth grit, tears welling up in his cerulean eyes, blood seeping through the cloth wrapped around his injury. Tino chewed on his lip, feeling a tad bit sick at the sight of the blood. He tried to keep his eyes on the road as he drove so he wouldn't feel any worse when he looked at his husband's hand.

He realized along the way that he had left Peter at home, asleep and vulnerable. Tino quickly pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a friend's number.

"Hello, Eduard Von Bock speaking." Tino's best friend picked up on the other line thankfully.

"E-Eduard, I need a-a big favor from you." The Finnish man stammered.

"What do you need, Tino?" Eduard asked.

"I-I need you to go to my house and watch P-Peter for a while. H-He's asleep right now and I'm heading to the hospital."

"Okay, but why're you going to the hospital?"

"B-Berwald cut his hand pretty bad on the buzz saw… J-Just a warning, y-you'll probably see a lot o-of blood when you get to my place…"

"Alright. I'll try and clean the blood up for you before Peter gets up."

"Th-Thank you, Eduard."

"No problem, Tino. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye…" With that, Tino hung up.

Within a few minutes, Tino and Berwald arrived at the hospital. Berwald was rushed to the ER so the surgeons could attempt to repair his hand through surgery, and Tino was forced to wait out in a waiting room after filling out some paperwork.

He sat there in one of the chairs, his face buried in his hands. He wasn't crying, but he was extremely worried. What if Berwald lost his hand? The Swede surely couldn't do carpentry with only one hand, along with many other things.

He flinched as his cell phone began to ring, and he quickly answered it.

"H-Hello?" His voice shook as he spoke.

"Hey Tino. It's Mathias. Are you and Berwald around?" Of course the Dane would call at a time like this.

"N-No… We're at the hospital…" Tino responded.

"Why're you there? Something happen?"

"B-Berwald cut his hand o-on the buzz saw… I-It's almost in half… G-God, I've never seen him in so m-much pain before…"

"Oh… Man… that really sucks."

"Th-That's an understatement…"

"Yeah… Say, I'll talk to you later, alright? Keep me updated on how Berwald's doing."

"A-Alright… Bye Mathias…"

"Bye."

With a shaky sigh, Tino clicked the 'end' button on his phone. He shook his head a bit and ran a hand through his light blond locks. It was just one mistake that was made that sent his day into turmoil.

He knew Berwald would never be the same after something as crippling as a buzz saw cutting through his hand. The wound would take a long time to heal, and require therapy so that he could adjust to using such a damaged hand. But even before that, he'd have to wear a cast for a long time.

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A few hours later, a doctor approached Tino, serious-faced and tired looking.

"You are Mr. Oxensteirna's husband, correct?" The man questioned.

"Y-Yeah. How's Berwald…?" Tino asked. He had waited long enough for an answer.

"The surgery was a success. We managed to reattach everything in his hand correctly, but he will have it wrapped in a cast until everything heals. After his hand is healed, he will obviously need therapy to re-learn how to use his hand."

Tino breathed out a sigh of relief. Berwald hadn't lost his hand.

"Would you like to see him? He's awake, but still a bit woozy from the anesthetics." The doctor questioned. Tino nodded; of course he wanted to see his husband.

"Follow me." The other man said.

Soon they arrived in the room where Berwald was placed. Tino walked over to the Swede, who smiled a bit when he saw the Finn approaching.

"… Hej." He greeted. Tino smiled back at him, standing next to the hospital bed.

"How are you feeling?" He questioned.

"… A bit dizzy… but m' hand doesn't hurt anymore." Berwald responded, glancing to his cast-covered hand.

"That's good… I'm glad they could put it back together…" Tino replied, looking to the damaged appendage as well.

"It's going t' be a long time before I can use it…" Berwald muttered.

"That's what a single mistake can do, I guess…"

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A/N: Well, I hope you guys enjoyed that somewhat-gory, not-really-accurate story!

One question though, should I continue this? I feel that I should write more…

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