La Enfermedad Mortal

Chapter 9: The Aftermath… seem familiar?

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… 'An imitation of another world is nothing in particular now. So in the absence of a way of life, just repeat this again and again, and again. Hey, hey, come out tonight. Hey, hey, come out tonight… POP SCENE! …ALRIGHT! Erm… aw damn, look, I'll finish when I get the rest of the lyrics, right? Ok, now to offer what you waste your time and spend your money for. Enjoy. :D
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I don't own Gorillaz but I seem to own my signature of the 7 dashes in between titles, author's notes, disclaimers and the use to indicate brief-infinite periods of time to skip the boring parts of no interest. I must own quite a few other things but sod it! I've got fiction to write!

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2D sank down onto the floor and curled himself into a ball and cried more freely onto his knees, his jeans soaked with tears of agony. He held his hands on his head like he was trying to protect his skull from the tormenting joyful memories of him and Noodle. It wasn't working very well as her cheerful laughs echoed throughout his mind. Murdoc, still watching through the door, sighed wearily at watching his vocalist during his mental breakdown. He pushed open the door quietly and walked smoothly over to 2D, looking down upon him in a calm manner. 2D's head slowly looked up to him painfully. Never had the bassist seen so many tears pour out of those black holes of his.

"You knew…?" he asked croakily. Murdoc nodded gently, knowing that this was certainly no time for any jokes, pranks or just plain abuse. He had every right to cry for Noodle. 2D's expression slightly hardened. "… And you didn't tell me."

"It wasn't my place to spread that news."

"Maybe you don't understand, Noodle's dying!" 2D yelled at him with a cold expression as he wiped away his tears. Murdoc's patience thinned dangerously and his aggressive side was starting to get the better of him.

"I know perfectly well what that means."

"Well, it doesn't seem like you care about her!" Murdoc snarled fiercely and slapped 2D across his head. He yelped and lowered his head while he covered it with his hands again to protect it from harm.

"Don't you dare tell me I don't care about her, dullard! I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone! And if you'd cared about her, just one inch, then you would have just left her alone!" 2D started sobbing again on his legs and Murdoc glared at him angrily. From the door behind them, Russel walked in with determined curiosity.

"What's going on in here? I could hear you both screaming from the lobby." Russel walked over beside Murdoc who looked to Russel from the corner of his eye as he watched 2D worriedly. "D, man, why are you crying?"

"Just stay out of it, Lards," Murdoc said icily. 2D's head snapped up and he started sobbing hysterically again trying to communicate his words.

"Noodle t-told me to tell Russ!" he yelled. Murdoc continued to glower at him and Russel raised an eyebrow in utter confusion.

"What the hell are you talking about? What about Noodle?"

"You know she's not coming back!" 2D yelled at Russel directly who widened his white eerie eyes in shock. Murdoc growled lowly at him realizing that even his drummer may be affected by this news as bad as he was. He wasn't about to lose his other band members because of his guitarist's not-too-distant death.

"Shut your face."

"Why is she not coming back?" Russel asked bewildered.

"Don't say anything we're all gonna regret, dullard!" Murdoc threatened but 2D ignored him as more tears leaked from his face.

"… Noodle's dying," he whispered in a melancholy voice. Russel froze and stared at him like he had just seen a ghost. Basically, 2D's and Murdoc's exact feelings, thoughts, and most unbearable pain being repetitive. Murdoc turned and looked at his drummer straight in the eyes as though daring him to cry. Russel didn't take any notice and continued to stare at a broken-hearted 2D.

"… I… I don't understand… How could that have happened?" he asked slowly in a serious tone.

"It's a sickness, Russ. One the doctor's couldn't cure," said Murdoc, thinking it best for Russel to hear it from him since he was taking it so well…. Well, better than he thought. Russel turned to Murdoc and he could make out the extra shine of tears glistening in his bright white eyes.

"… When did you guys know this?"

"Late December, last year." 2D let out a loud gasp and glared at Murdoc harshly.

"DECEMBER? You knew about this, last December?"

"It was a few days after she was released from the hospital when she told… told me," Murdoc spoke with a hint of guilt in his voice. Trying to convince himself that maybe things could have been better than they were now… 2D narrowed his eyes at him and his eyes had stopped leaking.

"She wouldn't tell you, just like that, you patronized her, didn't you?"

"… Well… actually, yeah I did," Murdoc spoke quietly. 2D raised an eyebrow as did Russel and Murdoc carried on. "… It was a Tuesday night, you both were sleeping… I don't know you couldn't have heard her."

"Heard what?"

"Her screams. Her cries, her moans, all her pain. The friendly doctor had given her a few pills to take. And a good girl she was, took her medication like she was meant to. You would know all about that, wouldn't you, face-ache?" 2D shifted uncomfortably in his little ball. "She was in the bathroom… screaming away and kicking down the walls… I came around to see what all the noise was and I found her… on the floor unconscious." 2D gasped in horror and stared up at Murdoc intently.

"W-What did she do?" Russel asked nervously. Murdoc looked at him coolly.

"… Next to her was a pool of tap water and 3 empty bottles of her medication."

"Oh my god…" 2D whispered and looked down at the ground with a gaping mouth like he was going to vomit. A look of disgust swept across Russel's face.

"Was she alright?"

"Well, being the nice bloke I am, I didn't think necessary for you fags to get out of bed." Russel growled menacingly at him. "So, I cleaned her up and asked her a few questions. She probably took my presence as threatening and thought I was going to spill the beans on her so she told me."

"And what did you do about it?"

"… Well, there was nothing I could do, was there? Kissed her goodnight and pissed off back to my Wagon." 2D began to glare again but knowing that was just the sort of cold-hearted reaction you would expect from this Bassist. Russel shook his head while looking out to space.

"So, that's why there was no blood in the bathroom. You bastard, Muds, you told us it was zombies!" Murdoc shrugged meaninglessly with a smirk and stuffed his hands in his jean pockets. They all were lost in screaming silence as they dug deep into their minds again. 2D thinking hard, staring at the floor with a determined frown of a madman, thought up of a solution to these series of peculiar events all based around one devastating problem. It was stupid, it was reckless but it was something he hoped that Noodle would greatly appreciate. She wasn't going to leave like this… he wouldn't let her. 2D wiped away his cold tears aggressively and staggered up the wall from the ground. He walked past his band mates, ignoring their presence and made his way to the door. Murdoc and Russel turned to watch him with concerned faces.

"Where are you going, D?"

"I'm going to see Noodle," he replied darkly. Murdoc smiled in bemusement thinking of such a pathetic joke to pull.

"Erm, 2D? She's in the Maldives. That's out of England, son."

"Yeah, I know, it's below India," he said annoyingly. Murdoc raised his eyebrows and nodded his head to Russel, impressed with his geography skills. He turned back to him.

"So, what? Are you going to catch a plane this afternoon?" 2D turned back to face him at the doorway showing anything but amusement to his jokes.

"Yeah," he said thickly and disappeared out into the corridor. Murdoc's smug look was soon wiped off his face when he didn't come back laughing from behind the door and the sound of the elevator descending flooded the corridors. Murdoc and Russel exchanged skeptical and guilty expressions.

"… Shit."

"Let him go, the poor sod will be back by the morning."

"What about Noodle?"

"Well, she'll get a nasty shock when he comes a knocking on her door, eh?" Murdoc smiled at a confused Russel like a foolish child and walked out of the room back to the carpark. Russel sighed and followed him, shaking his head disappointingly.

"Damn you, Murdoc."

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…Okay… that wasn't as nearly as dramatic as I was hoping… I thought my plan was to add a little ultra-violence in when they try to stop him leaving! –Switches multiple personalities- Yeah, well things change, mate. Deal with it. It's already on here anyways so it can't be helped. –Switches multiple personalities- Indeed. But hypothetically, if I was to edit this script then I would have mastered and approved of a much more interesting and sentimental piece of writing. Quite so. –Switches back to original me- Hey! No, no, I want no brainy, smartass personality lurking around the insides of my brain! Oh no, OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! –sniffs glue- Ahh… oh yeah……… hey… shouldn't I have said something extremely witty and hysterical? Whose job is that?…… Shit.

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