"The---hospital? You think it's that bad? Oh fuck. I do feel a bit dizzy but I just thought that was because I got trashed."
Torvald didn't assume it was to do with blood loss at all. The young man too drunk to think rationally right now. It did hurt though---stinging like a bitch. Pulling the towel off might cause the drummer to cry out in pain.
"Ok---we'll need to pull the towel off so you can take a look."
Torvald wasn't feeling so good now that the booze was starting to wear off. He felt woozy and his arm started to sting more than it had before, having been numbed by the booze. Oh fuck.
"The hospital? If you think best."
The young drummer suddenly had to lay back against the couch because he felt like passing out. Oh no---he couldn't. Torvald shook his head to try and clear it but felt his vision blurring as he faded in and out of consciousness.
Torvald was doing his best to try and stay awake for Gloria and then he spotted the half-dressed Tyko rushing in looking panicked. The Swede wanting to reach out and hold his hand but he passed out instead.
"Tyko---"
The boy lost consciousness and collapsed onto the couch with his feet draped over the chair at an odd angle. He'd lost more blood than he thought and wasn't in a good way.
Tyko sat down with Torvald, taking his hand just he passed out.
"Gloria!' Tyko was on the verge of crying while trying to wake Torvald back up. Gloria was already on the phone with the ambulance. She also texted Robert to let him know what was going on.
Torvald was out cold for around forty seconds or so before he started and awoke sharply, confused for a moment, unsure of what was going on. Then, he remembered. Oh fuck. Had he passed out?
"Tyko?--"
The drummer held onto the Finn and tried to stay awake, forcing himself to do so. Perhaps talking would help keep him from passing out because it was rather frightening. The pain in his arm was getting worse too.
Torvald managed a small smile, even though inside he was scared and panicking himself because he hadn't realised how deep the gouge was in his arm. Jake's weapon on the wall must have sliced through his flesh like butter and the trashed Swede hadn't felt a thing. Now, the booze had worn off he was in sheer agony.
"It hurts."
He couldn't hide the wince of pain across his face.
Torvald forced himself to stay awake, wanting to be close to Tyko while they waited for the ambulance to come. The Swede was scared, of course he was, how could he not be? He'd lost a shit load of blood and wasn't in a good way.
"You're beautiful--"
The boy gave a weak smile and held onto Tyko's hand.
Torvald was barely managing to stay awake, feeling his vision beginning to blur once more as he just wanted to sleep. He knew he had to stay awake somehow.
"Will you come with me to the hospital?"
The Swede managed to get the words out softly before he felt his eyes close once more.
Though Tyko did move aside when the EMS people came in. He knew they had to help Torvald and watched as they put an IV and started checking on his wound.
Torvald was out of it for a moment or two before stirring awake groggily, looking around and not knowing what was going on. What the fuck? Oh. Someone was putting a big needle into his arm and sliding an IV into him. That tickled a little.
"Ngh---Tyko?"
The boy was still half awake and knew that there were suddenly more people around him than a few moments ago.
Torvald squeezed that hand and was really grateful for the Finn being there with him right now when he felt sick. The idea of being carted off in an ambulance to hospital scared him but he was trying to be brave.
"Am I going to hospital?"
The young Swede felt himself being lifted onto a harder bed. Was it a bed? No. It wasn't all soft and spongy.
tyko was swallowing down his panic inside as he prepared to go with the drummer to the hospital.
"We are." Tyko confirmed as they started to wheel the stretcher out toward the ambulance. Tyko was quickly following. There was no way he wasn't getting in that ambulance with Torvald.
The last thing Torvald wanted was for Tyko to be worrying out of his skin but he knew it couldn't be helped right now, not while they were about to go to hospital. Why on earth did he have to fall back onto one of Jake's mounted weapons anyway? It was a dumb thing to do drunk.
"My sword expert---"
The Swede was trying to make himself stay awake by speaking to Tyko, who was a little blurry right now.
Tyko was right into the back of the Ambulance as soon as Torvald's stretcher was in it. Anyone who tried to get in his way. Tyko sat down and slipped his hand into the drummer's.
"Sometimes you're the sword expert." Tyko teased to try and get that smiled out of his partner.
Torvald didn't even know what he was saying really because he wasn't fully awake. What with the painkillers and lack of blood he was a little spaced out. What the fuck was even going on anyway? Was he that sick?
"Tell Jake I'm----sorry for falling into his sword on the wall--"
Torvald didn't mean to damage the man's property in his drunken state. His body had taken more of the blow than the actual sword anyway but the Swede was too out of it.
"I think.. just stitches." He looked to the to paramedics in the back with them. They shrugged but also half nodded.
"We're on our way to the hospital. They'll take care of you." Tyko was worrying a little less now that they were with people who knew how to take care of Torvald's wounds.
Torvald frowned and had no idea at all about the extent of his cut. Was it a cut? But small cuts didn't require ambulances, paramedics or stitches. Fuck. He'd hurt himself bad, hadn't he? The Swede closed his eyes and leant against Tyko's arm.
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Torvald didn't assume it was to do with blood loss at all. The young man too drunk to think rationally right now. It did hurt though---stinging like a bitch. Pulling the towel off might cause the drummer to cry out in pain.
"Ok---we'll need to pull the towel off so you can take a look."
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Gloria was looking around and then shook her head. "Leave the towel. I think we should go to the emergency room."
Gloria could definitely fix it but the more she looked at the drummer's complexion, the more she thought he might need a blood transfusion.
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Torvald wasn't feeling so good now that the booze was starting to wear off. He felt woozy and his arm started to sting more than it had before, having been numbed by the booze. Oh fuck.
"The hospital? If you think best."
The young drummer suddenly had to lay back against the couch because he felt like passing out. Oh no---he couldn't. Torvald shook his head to try and clear it but felt his vision blurring as he faded in and out of consciousness.
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"TYKO! ROBERT!" Gloria called out for help. "Stay awake, Torvald."
She sat down beside the blonde and then realized maybe she should just call an ambulance. "Stay awake."
Tyko came in, half dressed and panicked immediately. "Torvald."
Gloria patted the young drummer. "Try to keep him awake."
She stood and went to the phone. They needed an ambulance.
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Torvald was doing his best to try and stay awake for Gloria and then he spotted the half-dressed Tyko rushing in looking panicked. The Swede wanting to reach out and hold his hand but he passed out instead.
"Tyko---"
The boy lost consciousness and collapsed onto the couch with his feet draped over the chair at an odd angle. He'd lost more blood than he thought and wasn't in a good way.
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"Gloria!' Tyko was on the verge of crying while trying to wake Torvald back up. Gloria was already on the phone with the ambulance. She also texted Robert to let him know what was going on.
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"Tyko?--"
The drummer held onto the Finn and tried to stay awake, forcing himself to do so. Perhaps talking would help keep him from passing out because it was rather frightening. The pain in his arm was getting worse too.
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"Stay awake." Tyko pleaded with the other drummer. He's panicking though.
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Torvald managed a small smile, even though inside he was scared and panicking himself because he hadn't realised how deep the gouge was in his arm. Jake's weapon on the wall must have sliced through his flesh like butter and the trashed Swede hadn't felt a thing. Now, the booze had worn off he was in sheer agony.
"It hurts."
He couldn't hide the wince of pain across his face.
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"Hang in there." It wouldn't be long before there was a doctor to take care of the drummer.
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Torvald forced himself to stay awake, wanting to be close to Tyko while they waited for the ambulance to come. The Swede was scared, of course he was, how could he not be? He'd lost a shit load of blood and wasn't in a good way.
"You're beautiful--"
The boy gave a weak smile and held onto Tyko's hand.
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Tyko glanced back at the door when he heard people talking to Gloria out in the hall.
"The doctors are here." Tyko told Torvald because he figured that was the paramedics out there.
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Torvald was barely managing to stay awake, feeling his vision beginning to blur once more as he just wanted to sleep. He knew he had to stay awake somehow.
"Will you come with me to the hospital?"
The Swede managed to get the words out softly before he felt his eyes close once more.
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Though Tyko did move aside when the EMS people came in. He knew they had to help Torvald and watched as they put an IV and started checking on his wound.
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"Ngh---Tyko?"
The boy was still half awake and knew that there were suddenly more people around him than a few moments ago.
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"Are you traveling with the patient?"
Tyko immediately nodded and let go of Torvald's hand so they could get him on the stretcher. This was going to be a long day.
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"Am I going to hospital?"
The young Swede felt himself being lifted onto a harder bed. Was it a bed? No. It wasn't all soft and spongy.
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"We are." Tyko confirmed as they started to wheel the stretcher out toward the ambulance. Tyko was quickly following. There was no way he wasn't getting in that ambulance with Torvald.
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"My sword expert---"
The Swede was trying to make himself stay awake by speaking to Tyko, who was a little blurry right now.
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"Sometimes you're the sword expert." Tyko teased to try and get that smiled out of his partner.
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Torvald didn't even know what he was saying really because he wasn't fully awake. What with the painkillers and lack of blood he was a little spaced out. What the fuck was even going on anyway? Was he that sick?
"Are we--going to hospital?"
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Tyko winked and then squeezed the drummer's hand. "Yes, you need stitches."
No one had mentioned it but Tyko could see that the arm would definitely need some.
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Torvald didn't mean to damage the man's property in his drunken state. His body had taken more of the blow than the actual sword anyway but the Swede was too out of it.
"An operation?"
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"I think.. just stitches." He looked to the to paramedics in the back with them. They shrugged but also half nodded.
"We're on our way to the hospital. They'll take care of you." Tyko was worrying a little less now that they were with people who knew how to take care of Torvald's wounds.
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Torvald frowned and had no idea at all about the extent of his cut. Was it a cut? But small cuts didn't require ambulances, paramedics or stitches. Fuck. He'd hurt himself bad, hadn't he? The Swede closed his eyes and leant against Tyko's arm.
"You smell nice."
The Swede was murmuring against Tyko softly.
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