Wordwryhta-I can't believe this story is on the move again. So sorry that it took so long to get the next chapter posted. It was almost an act of God to find someone to write it! If you're still interested in writing a chapter, it's still up for grabs. I'll be letting the next candidate know by e-mail that their turn is up.
SweetCherryCandy-Okay first, I would like to thank -bammie- and Wordwryhta for coming up with this idea. Second, I would like to thank all the authors that participated in this for making this story go so well. This will be fun. Enjoy! :D
Noodle paced back and forth in the study, her head swimming with thoughts. She sighed with worry almost every other minute. What if it was to late? What if he didn't make it? What was going to happen!
She inhaled deeply and nervously glanced at the clock. Only forty minutes had passed by. Dammit. Why was time going by so slow? Was God trying to torture her?
"Noods," Russel said through the window, his milk white eyes focusing on the guitarist. Noodle slightly flinched, forgeting the large drummer was even there.
"Yes Russel," she asked.
"Ya worring to much baby-girl. Don't over-stress yourself," Russel answered calmy. Noodle inhaled deeply again before sighing.
"I can't Russel, I just can't. What if we're to late? I wouldn't be able to live if he didn't make it," Noodle said.
"Noods-"
"I mean, what would happen to the band, to the world, to me?" Noodle asked no one.
"Baby-girl," Russel said, his voice level increasing to get the young women's attention. Noodle snapped out of her thoughts and into reality, glancing at the drummer. "He'll be fine."
"How do you know?" Noodle asked.
"I just know Noods," Russel said warmly, trying to cease the girl's, or better yet women's, stress. Noodle nodded and calmly sat next to 2D. She ran her fingers through his azure blue hair and sighed with slight worry. Russel had never let her down before, why would he now? After all, she had already tenderly cleaned and wrapped the singers wounds with bangades. Same thing with Murdoc.
Noodle suddnely glanced at the bassist, who was still unconsious from the chloroform.
"He's going to be pissed when he wakes up, isn't he?" Noodle asked.
"Most likely," Russel said, nodding in agreement. Right at that moment, Murdoc stirred in his sleep. His mismatched eyes opened slowly and he gazed around the area.
"Wozzgoingon?" He asked, his words slurred. He furrowed his brows, but slightly winced when he realized some of his blood was being sucked from his veins. He growled when he remembered what happened about an hour ago and glanced at Noodle.
"Noodle," he said. Noodle hummed, letting him know he had her attention. "When is t'is soddin' blood thing gunna be ova?"
"In a few minutes," Noodle answered, shrugging. Murdoc groaned and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
"It betta be quick, 'cause t'is feels really weird," he grunted. Noodle slightly smiled.
"It's almost done Muds," Russel said, focusing on the clock.
"I hope so," Noodle sighed. She continued running her fingers through the singers blue locks. Her heart slightly fluttered from the feeling of her fingers brushing through his soft hair.
"I dun't like t'is!" Murdoc whined, trying to block out the feeling of some his blood being drained from his veins.
"Stop complaining Muds!" Russel said, annoyed with the bassist behavior.
"It feels weird!" Murdoc complained. "I regre' teh day yew foun' ou' I 'ad teh same blood as dullard!"
"Shut up," Russel said, rolling his eyes. Murdoc continued complaining, everyone ignoring him, while the other two waited for the singer to awake. Noodle leaned her head back, against the slightly soft fabric of the sofa, and felt tears sting her eyes. She loved the singer, she couldn't bear to think of what would happen if he didn't wake up. She closed her eyes and leaned her head down, so her lips were less than an inch away from 2D's ear.
"Stuart," she whispered faintly, "please wake up. I can't live without you, please don't leave me."
"I could never leave you," 2D whispered very faintly. Noodle snapped her head up, staring down at 2D, a grin slowly spreading across her face.
"2D," she asked. 2D slightly stirred in his sleep, trying to raise his hand to rub his eyes, but hissed when he felt a sharp pain stab into his arm.
"Try the other arm," Noodle said, hope rising inside of her. 2D obeyed and used his right hand to rub the sleep away from his eyes.
"Noods," he groaned, his black orbs connecting with her jade ones, "is 'at yew?"
"Yes," Noodle said happily, "2D, I can't believe it."
"Faceache," Murdoc said, "finally." Murdoc carefully pulled the needle from his arm and dropped it onto the floor.
"Hey 'D," Russel said, "nice ta see ya." 2D smiled and used his good arm to wave at the drummer, using all the strength he had to sit up. Noodle's grin widened and she gentally wrapped her arms around 2D's skinny torso.
"I almost thought I lost you!" She said. She furrowed her brows when he only remained frozen and didn't hug her back. She released him and looked at him, his face was pale and he was looking out the window and into the ocean. Russel and Murdoc were the same way.
"What's wrong?" Noodle asked. She slowly gazed out into the ocean and gasped at what she saw.
DUN DUN DUN! I leave this to who ever is writing the next chapter. YAY! Next chapter! :D
