Mick knew the throwing up could either be due to the booze or maybe Rex's head was worse off than anyone thought. He could have bad concussion or something. The guitarist glad that Gloria and Ansgar were both here for the drunken bassist since this could have happened when he was on his own.

"Robert will get you to the hospital, mate. Listen to Prince Ansgar here. He'll look after your princess ass."

Rex offered Mick a finger and tried to stay awake best he could.