"Get outs!" Toki yelled, before shoving Skwisgaar off the bed.
"It ams my rooms!" Skwisgaar protested.
Toki got out of bed as quickly as possible and gathered Deddy Bear in his arms.
"Yous a nasty, gross man whores!" He said, glaring at Skwisgaar. "How many ladies you slepts withs?"
Skwsigaar sighed.
"Tokis, I… Ja, okay, I slepts withs one ladies. Maybe two." There was no use in denying it - the evidence was plain as day. "I'm sorries, it's just, yous makes it hard on me!"
"How I makes it hard on you? You're not the one carrying a bowling ball insides you! A bowling ball that has arms and legs and kicks your bladders and makes you throws up all times and makes you fat and uglies!"
"Uh…" Skwisgaar wasn't sure what to say.
"'Uh' what?" Toki hissed. "You has no excuse!"
That statement enraged Skwisgaar.
"Yous never lets me fuck yous, Toki! And yous always asking for things! Yous always sick and you wears ugly clothes and yous has stretch marks and yous always angry at things! I has not had sex in overs two months because of yous!"
"Ja well yous took that on when you asked me outs!" Toki shouted back. "And what do yous expects me to wears? A corsets? Hm?"
Skwisgaar rolled his eyes.
"Yous nuts, Tokis. I can't takes it anymores."
"Me either," Toki replied. He placed a hand on his stomach, "Nor can the babies. You stays aways from me!" He stomped, or, rather, waddled, towards the door.
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Toki was fuming. By the time he had gotten back to his room, his heart was racing. On top of it, he felt a stabbing pain in his stomach. It was nearly agonizing, and he crumpled on his bed in a vain attempt to make it stop.
A few minutes passed. Then an hour. The pain remained.
Toki was nearly crying, now. Something was wrong. He was sure of it.
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Nathan was in the middle of writing some lyrics when his dethphone rang. It glanced at it. Toki was calling.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Nathan...I needs helps," Toki gasped out.
"Uh... "
"Something ams wrong with the babies…"
"Uh… okay…"
"I needs to go see the doctors…"
"Right. Okay." Nathan stood up, "I'll go, uh, find someone to help you. You're in your room?"
"Ja…" Toki was panting.
"Okay, just try to breathe normal. I'll get help real fast," Nathan said, before hanging up.
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Thankfully, Charles happened to be nearby when Nathan took his call. He'd overheard everything, and was able to get Toki to the doctor's office quickly.
Once he arrived, he was quickly transferred to a hospital bed. Dr. Carlson was summoned.
"Okay, Toki, you need to calm down," the doctor told him. "You're having a panic attack. I'm going to examine you and see what's going on."
"My babies is probablys dead! How cans I calms down?!" Toki shouted. He was outright hysterical.
Pickles, Nathan and Charles stood by his bedside. Charles reached out and rested a hand on Toki's shoulder.
"Toki, you're making things worse. Doctor Carlson is very qualified. I'm sure he'll find out exactly what's going on and he'll help you. You need to take a deep breath."
"Yous has no ideas what yous talking about!" Toki replied, "No ideas at alls!"
Charles sighed and looked at the doctor, who was quietly preparing a syringe.
"Annd here we go," the doctor said, taking hold of Toki's arm. He injected Toki with a clear liquid, and within seconds, the guitarist fell back. His eyes were still open, but barely.
"Whats… you… gives… me?" He asked, his breathing slowing.
"Something to calm you down," the doctor replied. "Now I can look you over."
"O...kays…" Toki answered.
"Wow, that shit's awesome," Nathan commented. "Can we have some? We can give it to Murderface whenever he gets annoying."
"Yeah, can we?" Pickles seconded.
"Prescription drugs are not toys," the doctor scolded them. "So no, you can't have them."
Nathan rolled his eyes but dropped the subject.
"Hey, shouldn't Skwisgaar be here? I can call him."
"N..no," Toki replied, softly. "Keep him aways…"
It seemed as if even speaking as a struggle.
"Uh, okay."
The doctor cleared his throat, effectively interrupting the conversation.
"I need to examine Toki now."
Nathan nodded and backed away, as did the others.
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It turned out that Toki was having false contractions, known as Braxton-Hicks contractions. The baby was fine. Toki was told to rest for the remainder of the day.
He was relieved that all was well, but still upset over what happened with Skwisgaar.
He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking everything over.
Skwisgaar was a man-whore, that much he knew going into the relationship. He supposed that it was dumb of him to think that the blonde would change his ways. Maybe he was just overly hopeful.
Skwisgaar had promised to be good to him, though, and Toki had truly started planning a future for them. They'd raise the child together and do their best to be good parents. She would be the most awesome, most metal little girl ever, and they'd be a happy family. He'd had fantasies of he and Skwisgaar teaching her the guitar when she got older, and taking her to the park and to the zoo and to do all the fun things that kids enjoyed.
Now, those dreams were shattered. He'd have to raise his daughter alone. Should he even tell her who her father was? Skwisgaar could well hurt her, too. Abandon her to go have fun with groupies or to go party.
Toki bit his lip and tried not to cry.