So, I'm interested in writing fics with the members of the band Gorillaz now. Don't judge me.

I DO NOT OWN GORILLAZ, OR ANY OF THE BAND MEMBERS FEATURED IN THIS STORY!

"You gonna be alright?" 2D asked with slight concern as he walked over to Murdoc, who was currently curled up on the studio couch.

"Yeah, got most of it out of my system."

Looking down at him, 2D thought back to when the man began spewing his guts out not too long ago. The cameras had been rolling steady, so no one seemed to notice until the sound of retching came once the song was over. When slowthai and Slaves expressed their concern, Murdoc assured them all that he was fine then brushed past the group. It wasn't until Noodle and Russel walked everyone out did Murdoc collapse onto the sofa; And, he was far from 'fine' knowing that everyone was gone, save for 2D himself.

With a sigh 2D slumped to the floor next to him, leaning his back against the chair. He gazed out the patio door for a moment, avoiding the mess Murdoc made, then began to fumble with a nearby camera. "What happened anyway?"

"Er, I drank some echinacea...," Murdoc shrugged, hugging his sides. "Tasted okay, though."

"Echinacea?" 2D wondered why the bassist had such a thing. "I think I had that before, but it never made me sick... Not like that. Do you have a cold, or something?"

Murdoc rolled his eyes, "If I did, I would've missed the shoot."

"Allergic then?"

"No."

2D hummed a response as he opened the device to view the video they captured. Around five minutes passed before he spoke again. "Hang on, that bottle doesn't look like echinacea."

"It was an extract, alright?" Murdoc waved dismissively before returning to his aching abdomen. "Eh, liquid stuff, ya know?"

"Oh... Wait-Why'd you drink so much?" 2D asked quietly, watching as his band member downed the liquid on screen. Leaning closer, 2D observed the poison symbol on the small bottle. "No wonder you threw up, that's poison!"

"For the last time, it was echinacea."

"How come there's a skull on it?"

"Ugh, it's an old bottle, 'D." He offered no further information, leaving a moment of silence before deciding to speak again. "Besides, I'm not looking to die if that's what you're wondering."

"What were you trying to do then?"

"None of your busine-...urgh!" Murdoc swore under his breath and wrapped his arms further around himself as his stomach gurgled. He then growled in frustration, prompting the singer to glance worriedly over his shoulder. He needed a drink. Rum, beer, wine, anything! He had been better about his alcohol intake these days, but felt the craving was valid given the circumstances. Slowly releasing his sides, Murdoc felt 2D's gaze boring holes into him.

"What now?" He grumbled, clearly annoyed.

2D jumped at this, turning away. "Well, um, I was going to say if your stomach hurts you shouldn't lie like that..."

Murdoc struggled, but managed to roll over, making a conscious effort not to kick 2D in the process. No matter how amusing he'd find it, another blow to the head was the last thing he needed. With sarcastic interest he asked, "Then what do you suggest I do?"

"Hmm," 2D took a moment to decide which position would work best.

Murdoc raised an eyebrow, but frowned when 2D transitioned into deep thought. And, once the man began muttering to himself, he figured he would stay that way for a while. Dullard...

Finally settling on something, 2D opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it when he noticed the bassist's eyes were closed. Cocking his head to the side, 2D dared to move closer. "Hey Mudz," he whispered. "Did you fall asleep?"

Murdoc came round upon hearing the question, returning 2D's stare with a weary, half-lidded one of his own. Spots had begun to dance in his vision, but were quickly shooed away with a few blinks. He honestly would have smacked 2D for being so close, but Murdoc just didn't have the energy and was feeling worse by the minute; Russel would kill him anyway. "Do I look like I'm asleep?"

"Yeah. At least-you did...? Anyway, I was gonna say that you should try laying on your back."

"Yeah yeah, alright..." Murdoc knew it was bad if he was willfully heeding 2D's advice. He turned onto his back, inhaling sharply when cramps and a headache began to settle in. Now flat against the seat, Murdoc looked towards the ceiling. He was feeling pretty strange by now. Feverish, probably... He honestly couldn't tell, since he's been through and felt far worse.

"Um," 2D curled his fingers out of nervous habit as Murdoc's eyes closed once again. "Is that any better?"

When he didn't receive an answer, 2D just went back to watching the rest of the camera footage. He tapped his foot when music would play and laughed to himself whenever the band was goofing off. He got somewhat sad when he saw his owl figure melt, though. And, the singer had been enjoying himself until Murdoc groaned and pressed his palms over his face.

"For satan's sake...please... turn that down..."

"Oh, sorry." 2D stared at him for a few seconds as he adjusted the volume. Doing a double take from the camera back to Murdoc, 2D noticed that he had paled considerably. "Murdoc?"

"...What?"

"You're turning pale green."

"'m not green..." Murdoc's voice slurred a bit. "'s chartreuse."

Chartreuse? 2D raised an eyebrow at this, but decided not to question it. He did wonder what was wrong now though. "Are you drunk?"

Murdoc glared at him as if he asked if water were wet. "No," he let out a heavy sigh. "Wish I was."

"You sound drunk, though."

"I said 'm not."

"Hm, I think I'll get Russ and Noodle."

"Aw, don' do that, they'll take me someplace I don' wanna go." Murdoc half whined. He was beginning to sound like a child, or like a drunk baby? 2D would have laughed if it wasn't all the more concerning. "'s the last... thing... I need..."

"What do you mean?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "...Murdoc?"

Murdoc had gone quiet again as the strange white spots returned to his line of sight. At this point, 2D had moved his body to face the couch, resting on his knees. He could see that Murdoc was awake, but he was staring at nothing in particular. He was also pretty distracted, and wouldn't even respond when 2D waved a hand above his face.

The singer finally decided to flick his nose, which earned him a punch to the ribs courtesy of Murdoc. It didn't hurt however, the fist merely made contact then fell back into place.

"Bloody h-!" Murdoc clutched his already ruined nose. "What was that for?!"

"You weren't answering me, so I was making sure you were still here." 2D pointed to the ceiling. "Is there something up there?"

Murdoc reflexively gripped his stomach as it went back to making unpleasant sounds. "T-tiny...glowy things." He replied through gritted teeth. "Dot's 'n... what not."

"Really?" 2D looked around for them. "Where...? I don't see any."

Murdoc shot him an angry glare before instantly regretting it. He had forgotten about his headache until then, and now his head and his stomach were seemingly competing for who could hurt worse. "Nngh... nevermind."

Stealing one final glance at the ceiling, 2D concluded that there was nothing there. With his focus back on Murdoc, 2D frowned. "Maybe I really should get Russ and Noodle..." He thought aloud.

"You do that, and I'll make sure you regret it." Murdoc spoke in a threatening, but tired tone. Well, it would have been threatening if he didn't sound so miserable, or drunk.

"Why not? They'll probably know what to do."

"No. What Noodle'll do is suggest I go to the hospital. What Russ'll do is make me go to the hospital. 's the last thing I need."

So that's what he meant. "Hospitals aren't that bad. I think you should go."

Murdoc scoffed.

"I'm serious, Murdoc! You might've actually poisoned yourself!"

"IT WASN'T POISON!" Murdoc somehow managed to shout back, wincing at his own volume.

2D gasped, but he wasn't startled by the man's outburst. He was taken aback by the sudden change in Murdoc's eyes. His left burned red while his right remained black, but what really frightened the singer was how large Murdoc's pupils were. "Murdoc y-you... Your eyes-they're huge!"

"So what!?"

Getting frustrated with his attitude, 2D threw his hands into the air in disbelief. "That's probably bad, Murdoc! You're also weak, sound drunk, and feel bad all because you overdosed on something that's supposed to be good for you!"

"'m not weak! I jus'... don't feel like dealing with Russel later on."

"Hit me then."

"What?"

"You heard me." 2D challenged, sounding a little more aggressive than he would have liked. He then raised his arms, inviting Murdoc to do his worst. "Do it."

"...You want me to hit you?"

"What's the matter? It never bothered you back then."

Murdoc could only stare at him, completely dumbfounded. Is he serious? Whether or not 2D was joking, Murdoc gave in and threw another uncoordinated punch towards the singer; However, to his surprise, 2D caught his fist midway with minimal effort and held it in place.

"See? I told you."

Murdoc sighed, unable to come up with a valid excuse for his lack of strength in his steadily clouding mind. Seconds later, he felt himself sink further into the sofa as he realized the last of his energy was spent. When 2D released his hand, Murdoc remained still and unfocused. "...'s hot."

Strange, it's not hot in here to me... 2D thought. He then reached up to check the bassist's temperature, receiving little to no reaction from him. As expected, his temperature was a little high. "Makes sense. You've got a fever."

Murdoc suddenly gasped and clutched his sides again, prompting 2D to pull his hand away out of fear that he may have hurt Murdoc somehow. He continued to writhe and tremble in pain until his body fell completely limp before the singer.

"Um, Mudz...? Are you okay?" 2D gave his shoulders a light shake, but Murdoc didn't stir. He began to panic after another attempt, shaking him a little more frantically. "H-hey-wake up-! Murdoc! MURDOC!?"

Please don't be dead-! Please don't be dead-! 2D grabbed his wrist to check his pulse, finding that it was slow and uneven. Murdoc wasn't dead, but he wasn't sure how long that would last. Jumping to his feet, 2D rushed down the hall with his phone in hand and dialed emergency services while calling out for his bandmates. "NOODLE! RUSSEL!"

It wasn't long before said pair came running through the front door. Apparently the two were already on their way back inside when they heard 2D and quickened their pace. Noodle came in first, followed by Russel. She struggled to recover from what felt like a mini heart attack before asking, "Y-you don't need to shout. What's the matter?"

Russel was in similar condition, following up with "Yeah, everything okay, 'D?"

As soon as Russel began to speak, a dispatcher was on the line awaiting the caller's emergency situation. 2D then clutched the phone with both hands and yelled, "MURDOC'S BEEN POISONED!"