Sleep. He had almost forgotten what that was.

Russel and especially Noodle were worried sick and he was so sorry that he made them feel that way, but he couldn't help it.

How could he rest – let alone sleep – while Murdoc wasn't with him, while Murdoc was so mad at him, while he was sure he had lost him forever and didn't even know why?

Groaning 2D turned around in his bed to glance at the clock on his bedside table. It was almost 4 in the morning. Again. It had been a week since Murdoc had left and besides the few times he had just randomly fallen asleep for a few minutes on the sofa or in his car the singer had not slept at all.

He had made the mistake and went to Murdoc's Winnebago after two days to lay down on the bed, breathing in the bassist's scent. It had only left him crying into the blankets for almost three hours.

He sighed and sat up, taking a pack of cigarettes out of his bedside table drawer. It was almost empty so the lighter with the picture of a group of zombies from his favourite movie Dawn Of The Dead Murdoc had given him fit into it easily.

Absentmindedly, 2D stared at the lighter for some time, then took a cig out of the package using his lips and lit it, inhaling deeply.

He had to do something. He definitely had to do something now. He was sick and tired of sitting in his room by himself or driving around aimlessly in his car while he should actually be fixing his relationship. Talk to Murdoc and apologise for whatever he did that had caused the bassist to leave him.

2D took another drag of his cigarette, stubbed it out, lit a new one, then stood up. He was just wearing a T-shirt and sweat pants, but he couldn't be bothered to take care of himself at the moment.

Silently he walked down the stairs, trying not to spread too much smoke in the hallways as Noodle hated that, then grabbed his keys and left the house.

He stumbled towards his car and tried to start the engine. It wouldn't work.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" he cursed and slammed his hands on the steering wheel. His eyes were starting to tear up. It couldn't be helped, if the car refused to get him to Murdoc, he would have to do it on his own.

He stepped out of the car again and didn't even bother to close the door, he just started running and he ran until his lungs burned so badly he had to stop, panting, sweat dripping down his forehead.

A glance on his phone told him he had been running for almost one and a half hours. His mind had just shut down completely and he had no idea where he was. He looked around, searching for a sign to tell him that he had at least been running in the right direction, but couldn't find anything.

It was pitch black, but he saw that he was on some b-road that bent sharply a couple of feet ahead of him. 2D felt like he was going to be sick, so he kneeled down and tried to regularise his breath as he suddenly heard the noise of a car coming closer.

Still wheezing and retching he looked up to see two bright lights blinding him as the vehicle they belonged to turned around the corner, he lifted his left hand and choked out a weak No!, but it was too late.

The screetching of tyres. The sound of the car's bumper making contact with 2D's body. The muffled shouts coming from the driver as he ran up to the singer who was lying in the middle of the street.

The next few minutes passed in a blur, interrupted by short blackouts.

The last thing 2D saw were the familiar dark eyes, almost covered by thick streaks of black hair, that were widened in shock. The last thing he heard was the familiar rough voice shouting his name, a row of profanities, then again his name.

Followed by that was only darkness. Mute, blind, dead darkness.


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