"Bloody fuckin' hell did your vocal chords get torched? You sound like a pathetic donkey!" Murdoc slaps his face trying to hold back beating 2d again.
"I'm sorry me voice is rough, I've got the flu!" 2d in defeat threw his hands up in protest. He's been sick for over a week and Murdoc hasn't cared one bit.
"Maybe if you let him rest he could sing but instead you keep pushing him making him worse." I chime in trying to make him understand.
"Noodle dear I miss the days when you would keep ya trap shut, we need to work to make music so we can get money which will get me women." Nothing has ever changed about Murdoc and I'm sure nothing will but he's getting my nerve with being selfish.
"Just let him rest and you could have that, stop working us like mules!" Since we started working on this new album he's been worse and surprising it's not so much picking or beating up 2d but working us way to much. I don't mind working but he freaks if we have to pee or anything.
"If he did it right the first time we would have been done already tonight but no he keeps fucking it up!"
"Murdoc he's sick! He should be sleeping not even in this fucking room stop being so selfish and let him rest, work on something else!" Russel and 2d look at me surprised that I would yell like that but it needed to happen.
"You know what have it your way you tossers…" Murdoc grumbled while trying to find more alcohol while on his way promptly out of the room.
"Dam girl you showed him, well I'm off to bed even though the sun is arising since Satan is gone." Russel was beat too but he has been cooking his butt off for some cooking competition. We hugged goodnight and that left me with 2d who look like he was about to pass out.
"2d are you able to walk or do you need my help?" I ask sweetly.
"Yes please luv." His voice was so soft and he looked so fragile too. He slips a lanky arm over me and even though he was super tall he was easy to manage. I hate seeing him like this, his headaches already mess him up pretty bad but when he gets sick it's a whole new level which is more often thanks to the horrible damp and drafty place we live. When we got kicked out of Wobble Street we moved back into Kong which needed a lot of work but its getting there.
"How bad are you feeling, should we go to the doctors?" Pointless question since he never goes unless for his headache pills.
"No luv I should be good but I just need rest. I do feel like shit but I'll be good."
Once I laid him down in his bed I tried my best to make sure he was cozy, grab pillows to prop him up and as many blankets as I could to make sure he didn't freeze. Sitting on the edge of his bed I see how red his eyes are, how tired they are. Shivers starts to plague his body but he kept complaining he was hot.
Usually when I sick he would stay with me until i was asleep and I would do the same but something is compelling me to stay longer. I do worry about him a lot, whenever Murdoc beats him to hard I'll stay with him to make sure he doesn't have any serious injuries. When his headaches are so bad that he can't function right I get him food and water if he even wants it. Even more so we still watch TV and movies together when we don't have anything to do like when I was younger. In the last couple months or so I've felt closer to 2d than I ever had but in some strange way that I haven't before. Maybe I understand his problems more now that I'm older and have been in some of the places he's been in.
Looking back down at the azure hair man and hearing little snores escaping his lips I smile a little. He always looks so peaceful when he sleeps and he needs it bad right now. Feeling tired myself I peel back the blankets and cuddle up with him.
A/N: Soooooo its been forever since I've done anything on this account such as finish Lost Upstate, I lost interest in it but now that there is life back in the Gorillaz I've was able to get inspiration to make a new story and write and final chapters of Lost Upstate. Hope you Guys enjoy this story and updates should be bi weekly!