AN: I got six reviews! Yay, that's more than five. :3 This part has no fluff AT ALL, at least it's not supposed to. My friend thinks otherwise, however. So just know, there is no romance in this story. Thirty minutes later. . .
Russel sighed and sat back in a hard plastic chair, looking at the mess that was his band.
Russel had decided to start off with the toughest job when he'd walked into the kitchen, putting Murdoc in the Geep. That didn't go over to well. First of all, Murdoc couldn't walk very far with that gash in his head, and he wasn't going to let "lardy" carry him around, and even if he would let him, he wouldn't allow Russel to drive his precious Geep.
So plan B, give him some of 2D's painkillers, bandage his head up, and shove 'em in the Geep.
2D was much easier, he was starting to get immune to Murdoc's beatings, but this one hurt him bad. He was bleeding from the lip and had a few cuts on his arms, along with a few dozen bruises. So Russel gave him a wet rag for his lip, and showed him to the Geep.
The girl only required a change of cloths (which, fortunately, Russel had remembered to buy) and some snacks to eat on the way to the ER.
Russel started the engine, and drove off to the hospital.
Within minutes of arriving to their destination, the first, second, and third floor lobbies of the hospital became full with insane fangirls demanding to see their beloved band. A few of them went as far as to set up camp.
Obviously, this forced the staff to remove them physically. But even after they'd been thrown out of the hospital, they were still determined. They began breaking their own arms and legs, and swallowing razor blades, as well as downing entire bottles of rat poison in order to be sent back to the hospital.
So the head nurse cleared a floor in order for them to be alone. One room had been set up for the band, two beds and a couple of chairs. In one of the beds 2D sat, propped up by what he decided to call, "The Magic Folding Mattress." He had complained of pain to all the nurses who visited (and who just happened to be his fans) and they ran off and smuggled him some expensive painkillers, which he snatched up greedily, adding them to his collection of pills.
Murdoc sat in the bed next to him, pumped up on morphine and fast asleep, his head bandaged and his ego severely damaged. After all, he had just gotten beaten up by a little girl.
And the little girl who had given him the beating was sitting across from Murdoc, looking guilty as she fidgeted in her tiny plastic chair. What would happen when he woke up? She knew she shouldn't have hurt him so badly, even if he was hurting her new brother. His last words had been grumbled in a very unsettling tone before he went to sleep, and she was pretty sure he had directed them at her.
The girl, although worried, had eaten all the snacks Russel had bought, even the ones he had bought for himself while they waited in the hospital. Russel didn't mind, though. A wave of stress hit his stomach when he walked into that kitchen, and it came hard enough to knock all his hunger out.
All that blood brought up some very unpleasant memories. But, as long as his band was safe, he'd be alright.
Murdoc stirred from his sleep, opening only one eye at first, then the other. He spat out a few foul words before fumbling for the little remote control on the side of his mattress. After a few minutes of watching him search for the remote, the girl stood up and walked to his bed, frowning as she watched Murdoc wince and pull away from her. She then found the remote, which was hanging under the bed, and handed it to the bassist before running back to her seat.
A few minutes latter, Russel persuaded a nurse to give the tiny girl a quick check up.
They stayed in the hospital for six more hours before being forced out by the head nurse (People had been physically attacking nurses in order to get to the band's floor.)
"Move it, Lardy!"
"Muds, you're in no condition to be dri-"
"Who're you ta tell me when I'm in the condition ta drive and when I'm not? Now move it 'fore I send ya back into tha' 'ospital!"
The band had just made it into the Geep, barely avoiding the mad fangirls camped outside. While the girl and 2D sunk into the back seat, Murdoc and Russel were fighting over the driver's seat. Russ was sitting in the driver's seat, while Murdoc tried to shove him out the way. This arguing lasted for fifteen minutes, and when a group fangirls (who were hiding on the rooftop) spotted the Geep, Russel gave in and slid over.
Murdoc was a bit drowsy, but he knew full and well that he was driving in the wrong lane, running lights and nearly hitting pedestrians.
When they got home, the young girl was so dizzy she had to be led to the bathroom to throw-up all the tasty snacks she'd consumed.
After a glass of Ginger Ale, the girl went off to her room for a nap while the three men decided to discuss her future.
"I say we keep 'er, she's like a lil' sister. I never had a sister a'fore!"
"Well, it's grea' Face-ache has a playmate an' all, but what if she can't play tha' guitar? Hell, even if she can it'll look like we's doin' something sick, living with a kid her age, one we don't even know, may I remind you," Murdoc leaned back against the table, facing his band-mates.
"Muds, where's she gonna go if we kick her out? She didn't come with a return address (Murdoc checked) or a receipt (Murdoc checked). So what are we gonna do; keep her and shelter her until she can find a home, or kick her to da curb?"
"We dun have ta kick her, we could just, ya know, set her down lightly-"
"Muds!"
2D snickered and leaned over to whisper into Russel's ear, "He's just upset 'cause he got the snot beat outta him by a lil' girl!""Whatever you numbskulls decide should be fine enough," Murdoc grumbled, smoothing down his hair and pushing past Russel on his way out of the kitchen. He would find refuge in the Instrument Room.
