Nothing more was coming up and Rik just collapsed against the toilet. The cool of the porcelain felt good. There's just a groan but as he looks back at Billy holding his hair there's a faint smile, it is all he can muster right now.
Once the heaving passes though some of the jittering shakes seem to go too. Groaning again he sits on the floor still leaning on the toilet. He felt exhausted and wanting to sleep but he felt too queasy from the bouncy, hyper feeling inside.
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.
After a few minutes, when the nausea faded, Rik pushed off the toilet to lean on Billy. He's glad that he's here because Rik has almost no experience with drugs, not personally anyway.
"I should go to bed." Rik mumbles. He's so tired all the sudden. Not that he can sleep because he still feels hyper but his body feels exhausted.
Nodding slowly, Billy wanted to help Rik towards the bedroom because he knew how bad a drug trip could be that goes wrong. Too much coke and sometimes your body rejects the high and you spiral down into sickness and that sucks like shit. Billy's had a few bad reactions to coke in his time but never as bad as what Rik was dealing with. Everyone was different.
"Let's get you into bed, mate."
There was nothing even sexual or playful in his voice since Rik needed rest and time for his body to regenerate itself. Fuck. There would be a few strong words and a few kickings once Billy saw Viktor again. Holding onto the taller man's shoulders, he helped walk the Dane back into the bedroom, settling him down on the bed.
"You should try and drink some water. It'll help with the dehydration. Just slow sips."
He just goes along though he needs to more or less been half carried or dragged to the bed. Sitting heavily on the bed he waves off the water for the moment. He's afraid that it will send him back to the bathroom.
"In a bit." His usual cheer isn't there only a whisper. It takes him some times to move back on the bed to lay down. His head is pounding again, or at least he's noticing it.
Billy puts the glass of water down on Rik's bedside cabinet so he can reach over and get it if he wants. The poor guy was a mess but at least he'd stopped being sick for now. This was something. Sliding an arm around the Dane, he shoots him a sympathetic look. He pressed a kiss to the man's cheek and then stroked some of his thick hair. God, he loved that hair.
"Try to relax, mate. When I feel rough I often just close my eyes and take deep breaths. It works most times."
He knew he couldn't do much but he here for his friend and that was the main thing. Kicking Viktor's ass would come later.
Rik groaned and then climbed into Billy's lap to lay against his chest. Sitting up felt better than laying down anyway. He sifted around a little, pushing his hair out of his face before settling down. He's exhausted and may fall asleep quickly.
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Once the heaving passes though some of the jittering shakes seem to go too. Groaning again he sits on the floor still leaning on the toilet. He felt exhausted and wanting to sleep but he felt too queasy from the bouncy, hyper feeling inside.
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"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.
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"I should go to bed." Rik mumbles. He's so tired all the sudden. Not that he can sleep because he still feels hyper but his body feels exhausted.
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"Let's get you into bed, mate."
There was nothing even sexual or playful in his voice since Rik needed rest and time for his body to regenerate itself. Fuck. There would be a few strong words and a few kickings once Billy saw Viktor again. Holding onto the taller man's shoulders, he helped walk the Dane back into the bedroom, settling him down on the bed.
"You should try and drink some water. It'll help with the dehydration. Just slow sips."
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"In a bit." His usual cheer isn't there only a whisper. It takes him some times to move back on the bed to lay down. His head is pounding again, or at least he's noticing it.
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"Try to relax, mate. When I feel rough I often just close my eyes and take deep breaths. It works most times."
He knew he couldn't do much but he here for his friend and that was the main thing. Kicking Viktor's ass would come later.
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