"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.
"Sometimes sharp blades are like that." Tyko had cut himself on a sword once. It was really sharp and he didn't feel it until he looked down and saw blood.
"I'll take you home after the stitches." Tyko didn't think Torvald would stay in the hospital. He would need stitches, maybe some plasma or blood, and then they could go home.
"I think we're pulling into the hospital." Tyko felt the ambulance slow down.
"I know about sharp blades but actually falling onto one drunk? That was my own stupid fault."
Torvald was a training swordsmith and knew about sharp metal but he hadn't expected to sustain such a deep gash at Jake's. The accident had happened and now it was all about healing and learning from his mistakes like any good craftsman.
"Stitches? I want to snuggle up in bed with you."
The Swede was tired, out of it and just saying things that came into his head.
Tyko kissed Torvald's forehead before they had him get out of the ambulance.
"After the doctors see you." Tyko called to him as the EMTs pulled the bed out of the ambulance and started wheeling him inside. Tyko was following right behind.
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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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He stroked Torvald's hair. "I was just showered when Gloria called me."
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Torvald wanted to go home and sleep next to Tyko. That's all he wanted right now because hospital sounded daunting and operations were scary.
"I wish I could go home with you now."
The Swede sighed and closed his eyes, still holding onto Tyko's hand.
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"I'll take you home after the stitches." Tyko didn't think Torvald would stay in the hospital. He would need stitches, maybe some plasma or blood, and then they could go home.
"I think we're pulling into the hospital." Tyko felt the ambulance slow down.
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Torvald was a training swordsmith and knew about sharp metal but he hadn't expected to sustain such a deep gash at Jake's. The accident had happened and now it was all about healing and learning from his mistakes like any good craftsman.
"Stitches? I want to snuggle up in bed with you."
The Swede was tired, out of it and just saying things that came into his head.
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"After the doctors see you." Tyko called to him as the EMTs pulled the bed out of the ambulance and started wheeling him inside. Tyko was following right behind.