Billy just holds Rik's hair as he sat against the toilet. He didn't want to let go of the hair in case the Dane started retching again. So, he just knelt down with his friend and caressed his back, rubbing it softly hoping he would feel alright once his body starting coming down from the high.

"Pretty shit, eh? But at least you've got me here with you. Being on your own and sick it fucking sucks."

The guitarist knew that Rik would need rest and more water to help hydrate his drained body. He was making a mental note to himself to keep any coke away from the Dane. His body just couldn't deal with it. Not everyone could.