Stevie panicked and ran to the door, swinging it open and yelling up the hall "Mick!" she shouted, forgetting all the anger and just being filled with worry for Christine.
Mick heard her shout and quickly raced back, desperate to talk to her "What?" He asked "Are you ready to talk?"
"Christine fell over and is hurt, you even have probably ruined my friendship with her or hurt her!" Stevie snapped, tears falling down her cheeks, a mix of anger and worry.
"Fuck, is she ok?" He asked worried, rushing back.
"I don't know, I cant pick her up because I'm.." Stevie stopped herself, she nearly slipped up and blurted out about the pregnancy but Mick wasn't phased or listening to her anyway, he was racing past her to Christine's aid and Stevie felt like a piece of trash he just threw away still.
He quickly knelt down on the ground and brushed the older blonde's hair back "Chris, are you ok, talk to me Chris!" He cooed.
She groaned and moved slightly but didn't say anything except a whimper.
"I think she's hurt!" Stevie frowned.
"She is just drunk!" Mick exclaimed and rolled her over like a rag doll. Her crystal blue eyes opened and she gulped, staring unfocusedly at the ceiling and then she started throwing up "Fucking hell!" Mick yelled, rolling her back onto her side so she didn't choke.
Stevie fled off as nausea overtook her, she wanted to help her best friend, but psychically couldn't, the pregnancy and lack of drinking and drug use had already made her unwell.
"I'm sorry!" She heard Christine slur before throwing up more.
"Stevie help me!" Mick yelled, pulling Christine's hair out of the way while she continued throwing up but Stevie couldn't help no matter how much she wanted too. Mick did his best to help Christine so she didn't choke, he felt bad for her being that drunk and was blaming himself.
"I'm fine!" Christine stammered trying to sit and Mick helped her feeling sick himself now, he wasn't exactly sober and her throwing up was making him want too "Just help me to the bathroom!" She sighed.
He nodded and pulled her up, she whimpered and winced because one of her arms and wrists was hurting a lot "Are you alright?" He asked, helping her away as the sheet fell off. She nodded weakly and he basically held her up dragging her to the sink "Stevie come and help!" Mick yelled.
"No, I'm fine!" she muttered, swatting at his hand and clumsily turning the tap on trying to regain her control as she wet a tissue and started cleaning herself up "You can go, its probably the pills we took earlier, it would have made me drunk quicker, sorry!" she sighed heavily.
"I'm ordering some toast and tea, are you stable?" He asked, resting his hand on her back.
"Yes, just cold!" She gulped.
Stevie forced herself back into the room, trying to ignore the vomit and she darted straight into the bathroom "Finally"! Mick stated.
"Fuck off, this is all your fault!" Stevie snapped and took her shawl off, draping it around Christine was naked and starting to shiver "Look at her Mick, what has she taken!"
"We took some pills, Lindsey gave me some, said they were good!" Mick laughed.
"You are a fucking idiot, especially for taking shit off Lindsey, you know he is being stupid and experimental, mingling with crazy Carol, now you are giving pills to Christine and look how sick she is, not to mention you hurt her and made her bleed from fucking her!" Stevie yelled and had to stop herself from slapping him, she was still furious, wondering how he would even be able to stay sober for enough time to change their baby's nappy if and when it was born "Just fuck off Mick, I'm taking her back to my room, you are too useless to watch over her, you are liable to stick your tusk back in her!" Stevie huffed and pulled the blue bathrobe off the wall, helping Christine into it "Come on" she said calmly, helping Christine stumble out of the bathroom and suite, then she led her back to her room, she was just deciding not to tell Mick about the baby.
