Warning: homophobic language.
Dick was alerted the moment that the Dethcopter entered Mordland airspace. He demanded an escort from the War Room to the helipad and the command was granted at once; he really could get used to this gig. Following behind the female Klokateer, Dick had time to shake it out. He took deep breaths, attempting to calm down from his anxiety.
Standing on the roof, watching the chopper land, Dick stretched his eyes to the limit trying to see anything he could through the windows. The red sky only hindered his vision, but he had it better than anyone else out there. He caught a glance of Skwisgaar's golden hair but that was the extent of what he could make out.
The elite squad Dick had sent to pick up the boys filed out of the Dethcopter first. They looked here and there, assessing the roof before giving the okay for Dethklok to deplane. Dick brought a hand to his mouth when Nathan and Skwisgaar emerged with a gaunt Toki held up between them.
"Shit," was all Dick could manage. A red-eyed Skwisgaar stooped and grabbed Toki up into his arms; that in itself really drove home how bad-off Toki was. Nathan continued to hover even as the guitarist was cradled in Skwisgaar's arms. The poor kid looked awful.
Pickles came from behind them, scurrying to get the rooftop access door open. A determined Skwisgaar immediately marched through it and Nathan and Pickles weren't far behind.
William, though, took his time getting out of the chopper.
"Is Toki alright, babe, is he okay?" Dick bit his lip as one eye remained on the doorway the rest of Dethklok had vanished through.
"Yeah," William said, "we got him just in time. Fucker nearly died on us."
"Just in time, okay. Okay, uh, good. It's sure been a long night waiting up."
"Long night for you? What about me? I had to participate in all of this gay emotional shit! Listened to Skwisgaar crying into Toki's hair like a bitch all the way back here, told him to get a fucking room but you think that stopped him? Nope. Dildos. Toki didn't even say a word the whole flight. Not even a thank you."
When it came to competitions of who had it worse, Dick didn't even bother putting up a fight. He doubted William would even understand what he'd been through during this entire ordeal. Instead, Dick was all sympathy.
"I'm real sorry you had a rough time, babe," he said soothingly. William allowed him to place a hand on his shoulder. "It's over now. Toki's home safe. What about Abigail?"
"Oh, her? Yeah, dropped her off at St. Necrophagist on the way," William said. It was a true testament to his exhaustion that he didn't respond with anything hateful about the woman.
"What about Toki? Why wasn't he checked in?"
"Because Skwisgaar's a faggot and said they'll go tomorrow," he said, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of both hands. It was then that Dick noticed two punctures on William's right arm.
"Geez, Willy, what is that? You're bleeding. Let me take a look at that, babe."
"Ugh!" William snapped. So much for exhaustion. "It's nothing. Move. I'm going to bed!"
Dick couldn't help it. His eyes flashed red and the robotic pupils grew large. "You're gonna let me bandage that, okay? You don't want an infection, William. No way. No dice. You'll be useless on stage. Do you want that? To be useless? Because that's what's going to happen."
His words struck a serious chord in William; he could tell by the way the man's upper lip was twitching. Dick almost felt bad for saying it but being harsh and playing upon William's insecurities was about the only way he ever seriously got through to the bassist.
"But if we take care of it right now there won't be an issue. Right? Dr. Dick will have you bandaged up and jerking off with that hand in no time. I've got a first aid kit in the studio. Come on."
When Dick took William's hand and led him away, he didn't protest other than muttering a halfhearted, "So gay."
