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Murdoc jolted upwards, panting. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and he was shaking all over. The few hours sleep had been horrible. What he had dreamed hadn't even been a proper nightmare, it had just been flashes of all the terrible moments in his life. His father knocking him unconscious. 2D lying in a pool of blood under his car.
His mother being violently raped by his father. His brother lighting fire to the stray dog he had sneaked in when he was little. Believing Noodle was dead. Seeing 2D in bed with that man..
He gasped, running a shaky hand through his hair. Having a couple of those rum cupcakes along with being sick probably hadn't been a very good idea. Murdoc hunched his knees up to his chin, trying to control his breathing. It was no use. He needed someone. Shakily, he got to his feet, and his legs automatically dragged him across the room, into the hallway, in front of another door. There he paused, leaning his forehead against the door for a while. Then he softly knocked, and waited.
No reaction.
Murdoc knocked harder, more desperate. Still nothing. Fuck 2D for being such a deep sleeper.
"2D," he hissed, refusing to give up.
Finally, he heard some commotion from inside, and a moment later the door was opened. 2D stood in front of him, looking sleepy and confused. He immediately woke up properly at seeing who it was, though.
"Murdoc?" he said softly in a shocked voice.
Murdoc didn't say a word, he just stumbled in, falling into 2D's arms. 2D went rigid with shock, but after a moment wrapped his arms around Murdoc, pulling him closer. He gently nudged the door closed with his foot.
They stood in the middle of the room, Murdoc hiding his face in 2D's chest while 2D held him tight, rubbing his back soothingly.
After a while 2D sat down on the bed, pulling Murdoc gently with him so that Murdoc was sitting on his lap, curled up against his chest.
2D felt Murdoc trembling against him, and he threaded his fingers through Murdoc's hair, trying to calm him down a little.
"Want to talk about it?" 2D whispered.
Murdoc shook his head wordlessly, keeping his eyes firmly shut, nuzzling his face against 2D's chest. He inhaled the butterscotch scent, feeling it calming his nerves.
"I fucking hate you," he muttered bitterly, his words muffled by 2D's shirt.
2D didn't reply, but Murdoc felt the singer's chest seize up for a moment. He realized the shirt was soaking wet, and it wasn't just sweat from his face. His eyes burned and he didn't dare open them.
He tried to concentrate on 2D gently stroking his back, threading his fingers through his hair, but then he thought of who else those hands had touched and his misery just became worse. Ironic, how he could only seek comfort by the one who had hurt him most. He didn't know whether he wanted to punch 2D in the face for touching him, curl up even more into him, or run out of the room.
So he didn't do anything. He just stayed where he was, shuddering and gasping quietly into 2D's shirt. He hated himself for being so weak. He wasn't supposed to be acting like this. It should be 2D crying, it always had been 2D crying.
But he just couldn't take it anymore. This whole night had been one huge flashback of all the terrible things he had been through, and during those times he had managed to stay strong. But everything all together was just too much for even him to bear. And now, he was lying in the arms of the person who had killed him from inside, and he couldn't even get himself to leave.
That while he had promised himself he wouldn't accept 2D's offer of him sleeping in the singer's room again. He took a huge, shuddering breath, then tore himself away from 2D. 2D kept his arms around him though, and they looked at each other.
2D slowly brought his hands to Murdoc's face, wiping away the tears. Murdoc closed his eyes and lightly flinched away from the touch.
"I'm not sleeping with you in your bed," Murdoc then growled, still not opening his eyes.
2D nodded. "I expected that."
He touched Murdoc on the arm and gestured next to the bed, where a mattress, pillow and blankets were already waiting. Murdoc looked back at 2D.
"I thought I might as well put everything ready, just in case.. I was about to tidy it up before I went to sleep, but I decided not to.." 2D mumbled.
Murdoc stared at him. "What time did you go to sleep?"
2D scratched his head. "An hour ago. I didn't want to go to sleep because I thought then you might decide to come anyway.. but then I realized you weren't going to come," he said quietly, looking at the ground.
Murdoc let his gaze trail over 2D's face. He had been waiting for him the whole night. It was now four o'clock in the morning and 2D had been waiting from when he'd gone up the stairs – which had been ten o'clock – 'till an hour ago. He had been waiting for him this whole time.
Murdoc couldn't bring himself to glare, so instead he just slipped off the bed and crawled underneath the blankets of the makeshift bed.
"Um.. Muds? I can sleep on the mattress. You're sick, you should be in a proper bed," 2D said nervously, offering his hand to Murdoc to pull him back up.
Murdoc looked at the hand as if it were something disgusting.
"2D, fuck off. I'm fine here," Murdoc snapped.
"But you should-"
"I said fuck off!" Murdoc slapped the hand away.
"Sorry," 2D whimpered, and climbed into his own bed, switching off the light.
Listening to 2D's shallow breathing turning deeper as time drove on, lulled Murdoc into a fretful, but more comforting sleep.
2D had his hand hanging from the side of the bed, and at some point, Murdoc had unconsciously grabbed it. They held on to each other tightly in their sleep, not letting go the whole night.
That's how Russel found them the next morning. Hand in hand, both still fast asleep. He had meant to go into 2D's room to tell him breakfast was ready, since it was pancakes and everyone knew how much 2D loved pancakes.
But then he walked in on a rather surprising scene. He stared at them for a few minutes, trying to get over the shock.
Then he tiptoed hastily out of the room, gently shutting the door behind him. He then ran down the stairs into the kitchen.
"Noodle, I think they kind of made up," he panted, still recovering from what he had just witnessed.
Noodle put the last pancake on the plate. "Why?" she asked curiously.
"They.. ahh. You should just see it for yourself," he groaned, stuffing a pancake into his mouth.
Noodle wiped her hands on her apron, then put it on the counter and quietly went up the stairs. A few moments later, she returned, bearing a smile.
"I'm glad things are going a little better between them," she said, relieved.
"Should we wake them up or..?" Russel asked.
"No way! They can't know we saw them like that, and let's just let them sleep. Murdoc's ill and 2D's exhausted," Noodle decided.
Russel nodded his agreement, and picked up the maple syrup.
A few hours later, 2D woke up. He tried to rub his eyes, but someone pulled his hand back. He yelped and roughly pulled his hand away, peering over the edge.
Murdoc was squinting up at him, being woken by the sudden movement at his hand and the sound.
"Oh.. Muds. How are you feeling?" 2D asked softly.
Murdoc considered this for a moment. He was still feeling a little shaky, but all in all he was feeling a whole lot better than he had been feeling yesterday.
"Better," he replied honestly.
"I'll get you your breakfast," 2D said humbly, and scrambled out of his bed, down the stairs.
Murdoc looked at the doorway where 2D had just gone through. He wondered if he'd ever be able to forgive 2D for what he'd done. He was trying so hard, and it was so incredibly difficult to stay mad at the singer.
2D returned with two plates of pancakes, and a glass of orange juice for Murdoc. Murdoc sat up a little and took the plate and a fork, and they silently started eating, 2D sitting next to Murdoc with his plate between his legs.
2D cursed as some maple syrup dribbled down his top, and tried to lick it off. His short tongue couldn't reach the spot, though. Murdoc stuck out his long tongue and licked it off for him.
2D stiffened at the touch, and Murdoc just continued eating as if nothing had happened.
He already knew the answer to his question. Yes. Yes, he would.
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"Guys, I have something to show you," Russel said with a grin when they were all sitting in the living room.
2D had made a huge fuss about wrapping a blanket around Murdoc so he wouldn't get cold, and Noodle had fluffed up all the cushions on the couch, throwing anyone who was already sitting there off so Murdoc could have his own comfortable spot.
"What is it?" Noodle asked curiously.
"Right, let me go and get it," Russel said, walking out of the room.
The others exchanged nervous glances.
Then Russel came barging in with something along the lines of what they'd been fearing. 2D gasped, Murdoc's eyes went wide and his eyebrows raised, and Noodle clamped a hand over her mouth.
It was the body of Cyborg Noodle, with the head of a rhinoceros, with giraffe's legs and the tail of a beaver. They all stared at it, horrified.
"Russel. You are sick," Murdoc then said slowly, shaking his head.
"I usually don't mind your taxidermy too much, but this.. where do you even get all this stuff?" 2D exclaimed nervously.
"This is making me feel ill," Noodle groaned. She did look a little green.
"Oh come on, you guys are wimps," Russel said, rolling his eyes.
"Well, at least we know what you've been doing all those lonely nights on your own.. instead of, I don't know, going out and shagging a bird or two?" Murdoc scoffed.
"Shut up, Murdoc. I get enough ass. And I ain't as obsessed with it as you are. I have other ways to entertain myself," Russel said with a glare.
"Whatever, Russ," Murdoc said, chuckling and shaking his head.
"Excuse me," Noodle gasped, and ran to the bathroom.
The boys looked at the bathroom door with worried faces. 2D got up and stood outside the door.
"Noods? Are you alright?" he asked nervously.
"I.. I think I might have caught Murdoc's bug," Noodle moaned, and he heard retching noises which made him flinch.
"Sorry, love," Murdoc called to her.
Russel turned to Murdoc angrily. Before he could open his mouth, though Murdoc jumped up indignantly.
"Hey! It's not my fault she caught it! She's the one who insisted she looked after me every second of the day!"
"You should have told her not to! My baby girl's sick because of you!" Russel snapped.
"I'm so sorry for being ill!" Murdoc snarled.
"Yeah, you should be!" Russel retorted.
"Guys.. please stop.. it's no one's fault, alright? If you don't mind, I'm going to bed," Noodle groaned.
Russel and Murdoc turned, and saw 2D with his arm around her waist, supporting her as they walked up the stairs. They both felt a little guilty at arguing instead of helping.
A moment of silence passed between them.
"I'm going to go and make her a nice healthy lunch," Russel then said, standing up.
"I'll help," Murdoc said, still wobbling a little as he got to his feet.
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