"Shit. I'm sorry---this, it shouldn't have happened to you. To anyone, really. Everyone in the Hell's Angels uses quite heavily but you don't. I'm sorry, Rik."
Billy felt guilt knot in his stomach because it was partly his fault for someone in his band pranking the sugar bowl. Fuck. Viktor would get a fucking kick up his ass and some razor tongue for this shit. Poor Rik was sick and not good. Placing a hand on the Dane's arm, Billy helped steady him.
"It shouldn't last more than an hour. The effects you're feeling anyway. As for getting back to normal---maybe a few days for you to be yourself again."
He wouldn't leave. Billy would make sure Rik was going to be ok after nearly killing himself on coke. Fuck. For any user it would have been fine but the Dane wasn't a user. This was serious.
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Billy felt guilt knot in his stomach because it was partly his fault for someone in his band pranking the sugar bowl. Fuck. Viktor would get a fucking kick up his ass and some razor tongue for this shit. Poor Rik was sick and not good. Placing a hand on the Dane's arm, Billy helped steady him.
"It shouldn't last more than an hour. The effects you're feeling anyway. As for getting back to normal---maybe a few days for you to be yourself again."
He wouldn't leave. Billy would make sure Rik was going to be ok after nearly killing himself on coke. Fuck. For any user it would have been fine but the Dane wasn't a user. This was serious.