I'm Gonna Crawl

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Nexus Prompt; 5. "I thought I was fine, but it turns out I've been aggressively lying to myself in trying to outrun my problems."

cw: alcohol abuse

Hjalmar rolled over and felt a hard object press into his back while on the floor. An empty glass bottle. Another one. How much had he drank? It had just been the one Jack Daniels bottle hadn't it? Joe had given him one back at the hotel bar. Where was he now? Why was the floor so hard and cold. Everywhere was cold. Was he outside?

Fuck.

The Swede was too paralytic to even get his legs to move where he wanted them to. His body was in a state of drowning. Powerless to move because of how much alcohol was now suffocating his body. He was completely wasted. Why? Why did he do this to himself? He had a problem, didn't he? But then all rock stars were like this and all drank. Joe, Aarne---they all got trashed but did they have a problem too? Hjalmar couldn't even think because he was so drunk.

He tried to get up and grab the nearest object, which was a cold metal railing. The floor was hard like concrete. He was outside and was this the car lot where the bus was parked? Fuck. Pulling himself up was useless as his legs wouldn't move and the world was now spinning. Giving up the Swede now rolled over onto his stomach, floundering on the ground like a beached whale. A very sick whale who was now heaving up the contents of his stomach onto the hard ground in front of him.

"Ngh---fuck---"

Not good. Shit. Maybe he'd drank more than he should. Of course he fucking had. Both his brothers told him he was a wasted drunk and should focus more on his music and star gazing then staring down into the pits of a booze bottle. Booze was like candy to the Swede and his main drug to let go of the pressures of being a rock star. Everyone did it.

"Torden---"

The world was consuming him as he felt worse than ever. Shit. A binge? A bad one. Throwing up once more Hjalmar knew this was bad.

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"Yeah I---fuck I need to throw up into the toilet---"

Hjalmar groaned and needed help to walk to the toilet because he didn't want to slip and fall in his state. Fuck, why did he feel so rough? He'd overdone it with the booze and he didn't need his brothers finding out about this because he knows Ragnar would be upset.

"This is fucking bullshit---"

The Swede not wanting to miss the toilet when his stomach did give up it's contents.

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"I've got you." Ansgar helped him up and toward the bathroom. He knew this was the best.

Kneeling down beside Hjalmar, he held the guitarist's hair back while he emptied his stomach. He stroked the Swede's back and waited for as long as it would take.

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Hjalmar emptied his stomach and then groaned a few times before eventually finishing. There couldn't be anymore left inside, could there? Fuck. He was grateful for the Dane being here with him because he didn't know what would happen if Ansgar hadn't found him the way he had.

"--thanks. I think I've finished throwing up now."

Maybe a shower would help.

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"It's alright." Ansgar used some of the toilet tissue to wipe up the Swede's mouth and then flushed the toilet.

He needed a moment himself because he's drunk but eventually he helped Hjalmar to his feet.

"Let's get a shower and then something for your stomach." He's patient with the Swede while helping him.

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"Yeah---it should help."

Hjalmar knew this couldn't be much fun for the Dane having to wipe his mouth and care for him like this but the Swede was paralytic and sick. He couldn't really do much for himself at all right now.

"What do you think will help my stomach? It feels like someone's kicked it with a metal boot."

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"We have some things from Denmark for this." Ansgar helped Hjalmar into the shower. He would start with the water warm but slowly move it to cold to help out with sobering the Swede up.

"We'll go to bed after."

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"Danish food? If it'll help I won't say no."

Ansgar got drunk a lot, didn't he? So, maybe the Danes had a secret in staving off killer hangovers and sickness. Hjalmar wanted all the help he could get right now so accepted Ansgar's offer.

"Bed sounds a good idea. Better than falling into the flowers with watering can boy."

Hoe in the flowers.

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"It's a drink." Ansgar mentioned as he rinsed the Swede off. The drink was specifically to help with drunken sickness because it had electrolytes and sugar to help with dehydration.

"We don't need to make Tom angry again." He smiled and started rinsing the Swede's hair.

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"A drink sounds a better option than food right now because I don't want to throw it back up."

Hjalmar just closed his eyes and allowed Ansgar to rinse his hair off. He must look like a fucking zombie right now. Making Tom angry was the worse thing anyone could do because the Swede knew what the outcome of that usually was.

"Ziggy's old man kicked our asses."

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"It will help. We'll eat in the morning."

Ansgar finished up and then turned off the water so he could dry the Swede.

"I hear he has a temper like the rest of the old me." Ansgar didn't mind because he knew so many must drive them out of their mind.

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"Yeah---in the morning. I can't eat or drink anything at the minute because I will throw up."

Hjalmar kept his balance while Ansgar got a towel to dry him off. The Dane really was a sweetheart and he could see why Torden cuddled up and looked after him too. Tom's temper though---that was legendary.

"I heard he floored that fucking punk Brit on his ass. This was before I arrived on the tour."

[lynoprorer]

"We'll drink a little before sleep." Ansgar knew that the Swede would feel awful in the morning.

Ansgar got the Swede dry and then smiled. "Let's go sit on the bed."

He would help Hjalmar over and then get him the Danish drink because they all swore by it saving you from a hangover.

"Him and Rik both. It was pretty bad from what Rik said." Ansgar had heard about it and would have slugged the Brit too if he had been around.