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Murdoc took a swig from his rum, glaring up at the ceiling. That stupid fucking idiot. Why didn't he beat his sorry arse to a pulp like he had planned to? It's what he deserved for saying he had started to kiss 2D. Alright, it may be true, but he wasn't allowed to say that. At all.
His thoughts trailed back to what 2D had said about him acting so homophobic. Truth was, he was in fact disgusted by seeing 2D with a man – a man other than himself. And as much as he hated to admit it, he was absolutely consumed with jealousy whenever 2D brought up Tim or was with him.
Realization of this had shocked him to near death, which is why he had been acting so aggressive and repulsed. And now 2D had the god damn nerve to make him feel guilty – Murdoc Niccals, guilty! And why was he feeling guilty? He hadn't done anything wrong.
Cortez glared at him like he could read his mind. He cawed. All Murdoc could hear was "liar".
"Fucking dick," he muttered, stubbing out his cigarette on the wall.
Well, it was time for some more rum seeing as this was his last bottle. He reluctantly got up and shuffled out of the Winne. He went inside, and to his relief Noodle and Russel still weren't home. They would definitely lecture him when they found out 2D was miserable because of him. He walked into the kitchen, passing by the living room first, when he heard a strange sound. The bassist paused, frowning. He heard it again. Yup, that was definitely retching. And it was coming from the dullard's room.
Murdoc rushed up the stairs, and the stench of vomit hit his nose. He threw open 2D's door and gasped. The singer was crouched on his bed with his face leaning over the ground. He was shuddering violently and Murdoc flinched as more vomit covered the floor.
"2D, what the fuck!"
He ran over to the singer, pulling him upright as 2D gave a little moan. Murdoc sat down on the bed and pulled 2D toward him so that he was leaning on him, giving him support. There was sweat dripping from his forehead and his eyes were half-lidded. Murdoc's eyes fell on the bottle of pills lying open on the bed. He cursed and reached for his phone. He quickly dialed the emergency number and explained the situation and where they were. He hung up and 2D retched again, hurling forward. Murdoc held 2D's hair back as 2D vomited again.
"You always take 500 more pills than you're supposed to, and now you're overdosing?" Murdoc snarled.
He then noticed there were two bottles. One of them was empty and the other was still reasonably full. The one with the pills he usually took was empty. He stuck them both in his pocket. He used his sleeve to wipe away some vomit from 2D's face. The latter was now panting and gasping, his eyes closed.
"Satan, you're such an idiot. It'll be fine," Murdoc growled, heart racing as he saw 2D slip into unconsciousness.
He held him cradled in his arms, with 2D's head leaning against his chest. The bassist held 2D tightly, stroking his face.
"Hang on in there, we're going to get you to the hospital and get you cleaned up and you'll be fine.. just hang on in there," Murdoc continued, comforting himself as well. Not that 2D could hear him. He cringed at the thought.
"You didn't overdose on purpose, of course you didn't. You're 2D, you don't even know what suicide is," he muttered as 2D slumped down in his arms, his breathing slowing.
"Oh, fucking Hell. I'm going to fucking kill you if you die."
Murdoc felt panic rise in his throat as he looked at the lifeless singer. He was grey, his hair hanging in front of his closed eyes. He muttered a string of curse words, and his hands trembled when he brushed the hair out of 2D's eyes. He buried his face in 2D's hair, continuing to talk softly to him. His voice was turning less angry and more desperate by the second.
Finally, finally the medics arrived. 2D was quickly pulled out of Murdoc's arms and put on a stretcher, being carried down to the ambulance. Murdoc followed them quickly, not even waiting for permission as he jumped into the ambulance next to 2D. He gave their names and they asked for the bottles of pills and he handed them to them. He sat down on a seat, staring lifelessly as the medics worked on 2D. Everything happened in a daze, all Murdoc could see was 2D's lifeless face, sheening with sweat.
Before he knew it, they were at the hospital and Murdoc was told that he had to wait. They didn't know for how long.
The bassist slumped down in one of the chairs with his head in his hands. A small voice at the back of his head told him he should probably call Noodle and Russel. With shaking hands he reached for his phone and managed to dial Russel's number.
"What's up, Muds?" he heard after a few minutes.
Murdoc took a big breath, trying to calm his nerves before speaking to the drummer.
"You have to come to the hospital. Now. 2D – he overdosed," Murdoc said, his voice breaking a bit towards the end.
"What? We'll be there in five minutes!" Russel exclaimed, and he hung up.
The waiting room had some people in it, and he avoided everyone's eyes as he covered his face with his hands.
This was all his fault. All his fault. If he hadn't been so fucking selfish and stupid this would have never happened. If he had just explained to 2D why he had been acting that way, things would have turned out so differently. Now he was sitting here in absolute dread, not knowing if 2D was going to survive. This wasn't fair. 2D didn't deserve to die. Especially not because of him. His mind kept running around in circles, he became completely unaware of the other people in the room.
Suddenly someone shook his shoulder and he jumped up, pulled roughly out of his thoughts. Russel and Noodle looked at him worriedly.
They were both extremely pale, and they sat down next to Murdoc.
"Explain," Noodle said quietly.
Murdoc stared at her dully. "Stuart tried to commit suicide because I'm ruining his life."
Their jaws dropped.
"WHAT?" they both yelled.
People looked up, annoyed.
"2D tried to commit suicide?" Russel hissed.
Murdoc nodded. He didn't even care that Russel and Noodle were furious with him. 2D's ashen face just kept appearing in his mind.
"What do you mean, you're ruining his life? What did you do now?" Noodle exclaimed, horrified.
Murdoc run a hand through his hair. "I kissed him. He told Tim. They broke up. Then I punched him," he replied drily.
If possible, Noodle's and Russel's jaws dropped even further. Murdoc couldn't find the willpower to conjure a smart comment about how they were catching flies. Noodle shook her head for a moment, deciding it wasn't important enough.
"How is he doing now?" she asked anxiously.
The bassist gave a shrug. "I don't know. They said I had to wait, they didn't know for how long."
Russel took a huge breath and cursed. Noodle covered her face with her hands as they waited. And waited.
It seemed like centuries before a doctor came in.
"Mr. Niccals?"
The band looked up, startled. Murdoc sat up straighter.
"How is he doing?" Murdoc asked, his anxious voice not more than a mutter.
The doctor extended his hand. "I'm Dr. Gilmore. Are you related to Mr. Pot?"
Murdoc gave a growl. "I'm his boyfriend. Now tell me what the fuck is going on," he snarled, standing up.
Noodle and Russel stood up also, Noodle putting a hand on Murdoc's arm as a warning.
"Well, Mr. Pot's condition is stable, thankfully, but I'm afraid he is currently in a comatose state. We're doing everything we can to help him, but whether he'll wake is not sure. I'm sorry," Dr. Gilmore said regretfully.
Noodle let out a little sob and Russel shakily sat back down again. Murdoc stiffened completely, staring at Dr. Gilmore, face ashen.
"Can.. can we see him?" he asked hoarsely after a few moments.
"Yes. Follow me," the doctor replied gently, and he lead them to a room.
The band walked up to the bed in a daze.
"I'll leave you," Dr. Gilmore said, and he shut the door.
They stared at their singer, tubes sticking out from everywhere, including his mouth. Murdoc grabbed a chair and sat down next to the singer, staring down at his now peaceful face. Noodle gently touched 2D's hand and Russel just put his hand on Noodle's shoulder, staring down at the singer.
"He'll wake up," Murdoc muttered.
Noodle let out a strangled sob. "But what if he doesn't?"
"He will. He has to," Murdoc said determinedly.
"You happy now, Murdoc? You've finally pushed him over the edge," Russel said hoarsely.
Murdoc tensed, but didn't say anything. Russel was right, of course.
"All those years of beating him up and treating him like shit didn't affect him, so you had to take things one step further, didn't you? You had to fucking kiss the boy. You're an asshole, Murdoc," Russel spat.
Murdoc flinched.
"Russel, stop it! We'll just make things worse by fighting. What if 2D can hear us? Do you think this would make him happy?" Noodle pleaded.
Murdoc's eyes widened, and he leaned over 2D.
"Stu? Can you hear me, mate?" he murmured in his ear.
"You dumbass, like he's going to answer you," Russel snapped. "Noodle, I think it's better if we go home. It's getting late, you need some food in you and some rest."
Noodle turned around. "What about Murdoc?"
Russel glared at the bassist. "He can find his own way home. Come on, Noods."
Noodle leaned down and gave 2D a kiss on the cheek. She was about to follow Russel, when she ran back and hugged Murdoc.
"I know you're feeling horrible, Murdoc. I'm not mad at you," she said quietly, before following Russel out.
The door was shut and Murdoc was left alone in the room with 2D. The beeping of the heart monitor rang through the room. The older man leaned forward again, holding 2D's hand.
"Can you hear me? Twitch your finger for yes," Murdoc tried.
He cringed when he got no reaction whatsoever.
"Look, 2D.. I know I'm a dick. You have every fucking right to hate me. An apology would be sodding useless. Just.. don't die on me, yeah?" his voice broke in the last sentence. "I need you," he then said quietly.
He stayed that way for the rest of the evening, before a nurse came in to check up on 2D. He then leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, and fell asleep that way.
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