This life is so dead, consuming to the bone
Expand the pieces crushing to the face of all
From equal slayers of the earth, I hear the moan
A wretch destroys to wipe us from this race.
"Hey. Skwisgaar. Hey!"
"Nat'n..."
"Dildo, wake up."
"Dood, jus' leave him alone. Probably can't even hear yew anyways."
"I would leave him alone, but he's being fuckin' stupid and the nurses are starting to fuckin' complain to me. I don't want to have to deal with this shit too. It's not like Toki's gonna wake up anytime soon anyway."
"Yew know that, and I know that, but yew and I also know that he ain't gonna listen when we tell him that."
A weary groan tore the two men from their insignificant bickering, and the both of them glanced down in time to catch the pained grimace distorting the Scandinavian's pointed features; their own twisting up into phantoms of amused smirks - even if only for a brief moment in time...
"Stupids fuckings hallways gots to bes so fuckings uncomfortskables. Why de fucks am'nst dey invents fuckings pillow walls or some bullshits likes dats eh...? I feels like I's fuckings fallens seven stories and landeds flats on my fuckings ass..." Skwisgaar grumbled icily, rolling his aching neck and stretching out his cold-stiffened fingers to rub rawly at his bloodshot eyes; pushing aside the guitar that sat splayed, strings down across his lap.
Nathan was the first to break the silent air between the trio - by letting out a grunt of obvious annoyance and rolling his bruise-rimmed eyes with not-so-subtle irritation; his brawny arms coming to cross tautly over his broad chest. "Well maybe that's because hallways aren't meant to be fuckin' slept in for three days straight, dildo. Go and sleep in a proper bed, Skwisgaar. In your room, not on the fuckin' floor. Don't go ordering some fuckin' Klokateers to bring you a mattress or some bullshitif that's what you're thinking. Oh, and uh, take a shower while you're at it. We could smell you as soon as we got out of the fuckin' elevator. I don't wanna start having to deal with nurses complaining about how bad you smell too because you're being a dumbass and sitting outside Toki's hospital room like a total ass-licker."
The Swede managed to struggled to his feet as Nathan chewed him out, hand pressed firm against the wall to keep him upright as he brushed off the verbal onslaught with cold indifference. "I can'ts leaves. I gots to stays here in case he... In case he wakes ups soons..."
'And I gots to bes here incase he takes a turns for de worsts...' Echoed pensively in his mind.
The words were shaky and meek, and had the both of them not grown accustomed to his swede-lish, the quiet statement would have been completely lost to them both. "I gots tos stays here to bes wit' Tokis when he ams awakes. I... Wants to apoljiseks as soon as his eyes ams opens..." He muttered again, his own deep-set eyes downcast to the scuffed leather of his boots; still flaked with mud and blood and whatever other filth they had encountered within the bowels of that horrid dungeon.
He couldn't stifle the sickened shudder at the simple thought of that desolate hole...
"Skwisgaar, dood. Toki ain't ghenna be wakin' up anytime soon. And bhesides, don't yew think he needs the rest? I mean, after all thet shit with Magnus and thet weird mesked dood..." Pickles interjected, arms too coming to cross over his chest; taking a firm step to barricade the closed hospital door with his impish frame. "They got him in an induced coma or somethin' anyways. So even if he wanted to wake up, he won't be for a while man."
"Ams in an induced comas?!" His voice jump nearly two octaves in shock; a lithe hand bunching the black fabric of his muscle shirt, like a timid little child. He had to have heard wrong. They had to have heard wrong. They wouldn't put him in a coma, would they? No, he wasn't in a coma. Skwisgaar just needed to see him. Yeah, he'd be awake by now... Surely. He'd be okay... He'd get better and then be back to his perfectly happy and irritating self...
He had to be...
"Yeah. Why did you think they weren't letting you into see him, idiot? They said that he was freaking out and acting like he was still tied up and that all the stress he was putting on himself is bad for recovery or some medical shit like that, so they knocked him out for a while. At least until get things under control or something. I guess I get it though. Kid's gone through alotta shit. If it helps, then it helps. Fuckin' sucks but whatever." The raven-haired man stated with a shrug. Skwisgaar almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. How the hell could Nathan and Pickles be acting so damn casual about all this?! Toki was lying practically dead in a goddamn hospital bed and they were acting as if they were discussing a fucking TV show!
"Ams whos fuckings faults ams dis eh? Tokis almost fuckings died because we were toos selfish tos goes and rescues hims, like a bunch of fuckings pussies." Skwisgaar hissed icily, hands balling up into quivering fists; his gaunt features twisting into an ireful snarl. "We saws hims fuckings gets stabbed in the fuckings back, and we solves our fuckings problems by partyings and actings like fuckings nothing ams wrong!"
"Dis ams such fuckings BULLSHITS! HE AMS ALMOST DEADS BECAUSE OF US!" Skwisgaar roared furiously, his leather-clad foot slamming into the pale wall with a mighty thud. This was all their fault. It was all equally their fault! Naïve, innocent, trusting Toki, unconscious in an uncomfortable hospital bed, with what was probably a billion tubes attached to him, beaten and broken and mangled because they were all too fucking selfish to rescue their band mate.
His pathetic little inner monologue was, however, swiftly cut off as a pair of massive hands landed square on his chest, shoving him back so hard that he almost toppled over the thunderhorse that sat, untouched, upon the linoleum floor. Eyes blazing with burning fury, the Scandinavian turned upon his assailant, hands balled into trembling fists, molars grinding in a futile attempt to calm himself. Nathan, however, stood his ground, defensively-stanced and tense-shouldered; his jaded eyes narrowed to icy slits.
'Don'ts fights with Nathan, don'ts fights with hims or you ams goings to loose teeths...'
"Get a fucking grip, Skwisgaar. We know this is our fuckin' fault. We all know this is our fuckin' fault. You think Abigail hasn't given me hell about it the entire fuckin' time she's been back? There's nothing we can fucking do for Toki right now, so I suggest you go and have some fucking dinner or some shit, take a fuckin' shower, and go to fuckin' bed, before I fucking knock you out and lock you in your FUCKING ROOM!" Nathan snarled right back, taking a menacing step towards the lead guitarist. He was not in the mood for Skwisgaar's guilt-tripping bullshit so fucking late at night.
For almost a minute, a tense silence stretched on between the two clashing Titans; so much so that Pickles even chose to back off, his hands raised defensively. He wasn't getting involved in any goddamn fights when he was semi-sober.
Speaking of which, a schooner or five sounded pretty damn appealing...
But as swiftly as the confrontation had begun, it broke off with Skwisgaar arrogantly pivoting on his heel. He bent down to recollect his treasured instrument, adjusting the strap and affixing the axe to its resting place upon his back.
"Fines. Fucks de boths of yous."
And with that, he stormed off, after taking one last, fleeting glance at his currently bedridden pal; an utterance of obscenities spewing from his lips as he trudged down the sterile halls. "Fuckings jackoffs dildos tit-bitch shitbag prick fucks..."
"Dood, do yew think yew might'a been a little hard on him? I mean, he may be takin' it to the extreme, but he's just worried about Toki. We all are..." Pickles mused aloud, turning to face his behemoth counterpart; pierced brows raised in skepticism.
"I know he is, Pickles. But him not fuckin' looking after himself just so he can fuckin' sit outside a hospital room that he isn't even allow into is really fuckin' stupid and you know it." Nathan grumbled through clenched teeth, arms once again crossing over his chest as the blonde disappeared into the elevator with a final parting gift of the finger flipped in their general direction.
"So. It sounds like that no-carin' rule is out the window huh?"
"Yeah, I guess it has to go now. What with all this bullshit and the whole almost dead Toki issue..."
"Awesome. It's about fuckin' time
"...What?"
"Nuthin'... Aye, dood, let's go ask how he's doing before we go get Jean-Pierre to make us food."
