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[charlesofdensen]

The usual bullshit, Skwisgaar was fine, just kept overnight for observation, blah blah blah, Ofdensen's heard it all before. Not like he was leaving, he had to figure out what to do now that Toki and Skiwsgaar got in a fight

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[isnotabumblebee]

Toki rushed into the Hospital Wing, still splattered with some of Skwisgaar's blood- he'd gone there of his own free will, convinced that Skwisgaar was at the edge of death despite assurances that he was still quite alive. That he'd been crying was obvious, and he clenched Skwisgaar's guitar tightly. As soon as he caught of sight of Skwisgaar, who looked dead enough to him, he burst in tears again, howling, "I'm sorries Skwisgaar, I'm sorries! Don't dies and I do anythings! I didn't means to kill you! Why didn'ts you hit me back? When you wakes up you can hit me all you wants!" He stood near the bed, not putting down the guitar, which he squeezed as he stared at Skwisgaar in distraught terror.

[needsanewliver]

Nathan showed up a few minutes after Toki did, since he'd stopped to grab a few bottles of beer along the way. Hey, what was great entertainment without beer? And this was nothing if not fucking great entertainment. As he stood beside Toki and offered him a beer (by hitting him on the arm with it), he was a little tempted to let him know how lucky he actually was, considering he'd seen Skwisgaar hold his own perfectly well in quite a few drunken brawls. He also tended to fight incredibly dirty. Why hadn't he even bothered fighting back against Toki? Had he really been pinned that well?

"Wow, he looks like shit," Nathan said, the soul of compassion. "Think he can even hear us?"

[best_guitarist]

"Ja, so stops fucking shoutings," came the groggy reply as Skwisgaar squinted against the painfully bright lights. He made a feeble attempt at sitting up, failed, and rolled onto his side just before he rather noisily threw up over the side of his bed. He managed to hit the bedside waste basket by sheer luck.

"Likes yous could kills me," he said hoarsely. Since he was pretty sure he wasn't through puking he stayed on his side, with his back to Nathan and Toki. "Yous hits likes my mom." It was both intended as an insult and kind of true. His mother had a vicious left hook any boxer would be envious of, and while he couldn't exactly recall every detail of his ass kicking, he knew Toki had been punching him pretty fucking hard.

[isnotabumblebee]

Toki was still standing beside the head of the bed, pleading for Skwisgaar to not die and to wake up when Nathan arrived- he was too miserable to even comprehend why Nathan was hitting him on the arm with a beer. He couldn't think about beer or much of anything else, since Skwisgaar was dying, and it was all his fault, and he lamented, "He can't hears us cause he's dying, Nathan, he's dying! It's all my fault! I told him I wouldn'ts ever do that, but then I did it anyways." He grew quiet, beginning to sink into one of his catatonic states, staring wide-eyed at Skwisgaar. He was especially upset because he had told Skwisgaar that he wasn't going to subject him to any painful psychotic assaults. Apparently Skwisgaar had been right, and he was a liar, along with being bad at the guitar and everything else he'd said