Mick snorted awake when he thought he heard screaming or what sounded like someone shouting. What? The blond forced himself to wake through his drunken haze and shook his head slightly causing him to clutch it because it felt like a dull piece of lead all thick and achy.

"Fuck---what's going on? Rex? Who's screaming?"

The blond was half awake as he got up, still not realising his was stark naked now moving to see what was going on. Ansgar was on the floor screaming. He shouted Rex didn't he?

"Hey, mate, are you ok? Oh fuck. Rex?--"

Mick saw the figure of Rex slumped on the floor clutching the side of his head, groaning. He was awake but looked like he'd smacked his head on something. Drunk and clumsy? Looked like it.

"Don't worry, mate. I'll get a cold cloth to put on it for the moment---"

Moving to the bathroom, Mick grabbed a cloth and put it under the cold tap before coming back out and pressing it over the bassist's head. He was no doctor or nurse but could see a nasty bruise now developing over the bassist's temple. Ansgar was trashed and had been screaming. Gloria might need to be called because head injuries could be a bitch.

"It's ok I think it's just a bump. No need to get worried, mate."