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.
"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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"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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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.