I have been obsessed with The Gorillaz in the past week. Since no one ever writes the stories for Gorillaz, I am.

And yes, I know El Manana was staged. I just needed a reason to write. Disregard her living.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Gorillaz. Just a Gorillaz T-Shirt.

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2-D woke like he usually did, with a pounding migraine. He reached over to his pills, and capped off 2. this one was particularly bad. He was shaking, and couldn't keep his hands still. He got up, and looked at his clock. 5:00 A.M.? He needed more sleep, but couldn't bring himself to do so.

He got to his shower, and ran it warm. He felt knotted, and needed to loosen his aching muscles. Afterwards, he quickly got dressed. He walked down to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. He popped the tab, and let it slide down his coarse throat. He lit up a cigarette and took a few puffs.

Suddenly, his headache worsened. He felt as though someone had just ripped his heart out. He stumbled off his chair to get his pills. Remembering that he had left them in his room, he ran to get them. He popped an extra one, and noticed that there was still a burning pain in his chest.

He put his hand over his chest, trying to ease the pain. Instantly, he felt depressed. He just didn't want to move. Or get up. Ever.

"Hey, who put the ground here?"

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Russel was awakened by the sound of a can popping. He got up and dressed, and headed to Kong's kitchen.

He saw an opened can of beer, along with one of 2-D's cigarettes. He looked around. Beer, a cigarette, but no 2-D? That's unnatural.

He looked around, and decided to check on him. He walked up to his room, and what he saw there was unnerving.

2-D was lying on the floor, shaking uncontrollably. Russel picked him up like a rag doll, and ran downstairs to get Murdoc. They needed to get to the hospital quickly, and he needed the fastest driver.

Once at the Winnebago, he began pounding on the door.

"What in the name of sweet Satan is going on?!"

"Get out here! 2-D's having a seizure or something. We need to get him to the hospital, and you're the fastest driver."

Murdoc opened the door, and nearly laughed. Afraid of what Russel would do to him if he saw him laughing, he got dressed and rushed 2-D to the hospital.

The doctors began running some tests, and determined that his smoking was catching up to him. They began asking Murdoc some questions about how much 2-D was smoking. After he gave them an answer, they nodded knowingly.

"Your friend should be fine now. We're keeping him here, though. It seems he is having some other problems, and we'll be running a few more tests. You can visit him now though."

They quickly got to his room, and Murdoc promptly laughed his ass off.

Russel slapped him in the back of the head, and he soon found It wasn't so funny anymore.

2-D looked up and smiled. His face contorted as he began coughing, And soon he was left wheezing pitifully.

"Well, aren't you a sight. You look like shit, faceache." Murdoc mumbled.

"Ugh."

"I think you need your rest, man. Anything you need?" Russel supplied.

"Some food would be good, not the hospital shit."

"Yeah, I'll get something. Lets go Murdoc."

"Hey, one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"Could you get Noods here? I know that it might take a while, since she's on her windmill right now, but could you for me?"

"I'll see if I can."

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Well, a good chapter. I thought that it was pretty good. Now, since it's, like, 4 in the morning, I'm going to sleep. Good night. I hope.