One arm under Hjalmar's chest and the other petting his back while he was sick.

"Inside with the others." Ansgar glanced up at the bus and then at the Swede. He was wondering if he could carry the Swede inside.

"Let's go to the bus and clean up first." Ansgar knew water right now might trigger more illness. He shifted and got ready to pick up the Swede. He was pretty sure he could, even drunk. He didn't look much heavier than Mikkel and was certainly shorter.