Toki wanted to keep the baby. He'd known it immediately. Though he had tossed around the idea of getting rid of it, he knew that he couldn't. Even if Skwisgaar didn't want to help, the child was Toki's, and Toki would care for it. He liked babies, anyway. They were cute. And the baby would love him, too.
He decided that he would tell Charles the next day.
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Charles looked Toki over. He was resting his hand on his stomach again. Charles wondered if he had made a conscious decision to do it, or if it was instinct.
He wasn't particularly surprised about Toki's decision, but he did feel a responsibility to inform Toki of the risks involved.
"You'll have to pull out of the summer tour," he said. "By then you'll be in your third trimester."
Toki nodded. He had assumed as much.
"And eventually you'll have to tell the band. Whether you want to tell Skwisgaar is up to you, but I suggest you do, so it's out of the way. If there are any repercussions from it, you can deal with them upfront rather than further along in your pregnancy."
Toki tried to pay attention to what Charles was saying, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He was feeling sick again - shaky and nauseous. Whether it was related to the pregnancy or the fact that he hadn't had any alcohol in nearly twenty four hours, he wasn't sure.
"Toki?" Charles asked, noticing that the younger man had paled. "Are you -"
Toki cut him off by diving for the garbage can near his desk. Within seconds, he was hunched over it, vomiting up what little was in his system.
Charles sighed, and rested a hand on Toki's back.
"There, there," he forced out.
Toki groaned when he was finally done. He was sweating and still shaking. Charles frowned, got on his knees and gently helped Toki lean back against the bottom of his desk.
"I don'ts feels good," Toki said, looking as if he were about to tear up again.
"I know. It'll be okay," Charles told him. "I'll get you some water."
Toki nodded and watched as Charles walked off. He returned shortly and handed Toki the glass. Toki slowly took a sip.
"Charles," he said, putting the glass down. "I'm scared."
"I know," Charles reiterated.
After a short silence, Charles spoke again.
"Why don't we take one thing at a time. First, let's see if the doctor can give you something to help with what you're going through."
"Okays," Toki agreed.
"After that we'll see about finding a specialist to help as the pregnancy progresses."
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Dethklok's doctor had set Toki up with some fast-acting benzos to help with the alcohol withdrawal. After giving Toki his first dose, Charles had sent him back off to bed to rest. He hoped that there wouldn't be any interruptions. He needed some time to find the right person to help Toki.