Wow, this is going to be an important chapter.

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The TV blared in the background as Murdoc pacedback and fourth in the large living room. 2D had been gone for at least two hours and the Jeep was no where to be found. It worried the bassist that 2D was driving. Anything could happen to him out there. Maybe Murdoc was worrying to much? 2D was twenty-three after all… but he was pregnant with our baby. No Murdoc had reasons to worry, very good reasons. He couldn't help the sick feeling that moved into his stomach. He fell backwards until his butt landed on the soft couch. He buried his face in his rough hands and let out a long sigh.

"2D is now in critical condition at the hospital. He is currently five months pregnant with his first baby." Murdoc's head snapped up at the sound of the reporters voice. A woman holding a large microphone that read 'Channel 4 News' continued speaking with a mournful expression on her face.

"We have no further information on his conditions at this time." her picture despaired and was replaced with a commercial for Smoothie King. The television remote was clutched tightly in Murdoc's hand, he hit the rewind button. He pressed play when he reached the beginning of the news story.

"In further news, 2D from the popular band Gorillaz has suffered major injures from a car accident. The singer was heading North on Amarillo Street when he was hit head-on by a truck. The driver of the truck was intoxicated at the time of the incident, and was driving down the wrong side of the road." the reporters strong voice rang out. Murdoc had no idea what he was feeling. It was a mixture of sorrow, anger, and helplessness. He was having a hard time controlling his breathing. The TV showed a picture of their beloved Jeep somewhat crushed, and half way buried under a large black truck. His bottom lip was trapped in-between his teeth, he bit down hard and tasted blood.

"Fuck…" he whispered. The back remote flew from his hands and cracked into the TV. The loud crash attracted the attention of Russell.

"Man, what the fuck is wrong with you!" his deep voice filled the room. His face froze when Murdoc turned to face him. Russell had never seen Murdoc cry before, he didn't even think it was possible for the bassist to show such emotion. But there he was, tears rained from his eyes. He looked so lost and broken. Russell didn't know how to react, he just stared in awe.

"Muds? What happened to you?" he finally spoke. The bassist said nothing, his head shook back and fourth. Murdoc fled the room and headed for the car park. He found the keys to the Toyota Camry and slid into the sleek car. The engine roared to life, he could feel the vibrations that moved through the car. Recklessly, he pulled out of the drive way and onto the main road. He tore down the road going almost twenty over the speed limit. His better judgment warned his to slow down, he didn't need to get himself in a car accident too. The car decelerated to a normal speed. The closer he grew to the hospital the more scared he grew. He thought he would have to pull over to release his lunch on the road, but he didn't have time for that. Finally the Toyota pulled into the parking lot of St. Elizabeth Hospital. His body shook as he ran to the glass doors, they opened automatically as he approached. Murdoc hated hospitals, the smell, the illnesses, the decaying bodies. It all made him uneasy. The woman at the front desk greeted him with a kind smile.

"Hello how may I help you today?"

"I need to know what room 2D is in." his words came out hurried. He wiped the last few tears out of his eyes, no one needed to see him cry.

"You mean Stuart Pot? I believe he just woke up. He's in room 505 right down that hall." she pointed down a well lit hall. He nods his head and makes his way down the hall. His feet felt heavy as he walked. It was eerily empty.

503, 504, 505. He sopped and looked up at the large wooden door. He Didn't know if he was ready to see what was behind it. Just as his hand brushed against the knob the door opened a doctor walked out.

"Oh! Hello. I assume you're here you Mr. Pot." his voice was beep but friendly.

"Yeah, I'm his boyfriend." it scared Murdoc when the doctors face fell.

"Yes, I know. Stuart has just woken up, and I will let you see him in just a second. I would just like to tell you something first." his voice was sad.

"Wha- what is it?" he asked even thou he wanted to run from him, run and find 2D. The doctor reached out and placed a gentle hand on Murdoc's shoulder.

"I'm terribly afraid that Stuart has lost the baby in the car accident. We did everything we could, but she was already gone by the time he arrived at the hospital." Murdoc stopped listening after the words 'lost the baby' All he could feel was pain. A cry escaped his chapped lips. This was the first time that Murdoc had felt this way. He had never cared enough about anyone to actually care when they got hurt. His legs were about to go out. The doctor held him up and looked him dead in the eyes.

"I know It hurts, but you have to stay strong for him Murdoc. He is pretty unstable emotionally right now. You have to be there for him." the doctors words made an impact on the bassist. He striated his legs and nodded his head yes. 2D needed him, and it was his job to be there for him.

"I'm ready." Murdoc said slowly. He pushed back the tears that threatened to fall. He made his way back to the door. It opened easily. The sight he saw scared the shit out oh him.

2D was screaming into a pillow with all his might. One of his legs was wrapped up in a cast and rested on top of pillows. That wasn't the thing that scared him though. What scared him was 2D's stomach. It no longer had its rounded shape. It was now flat, like the last five months never happened.

"2D?" Murdoc asked softly. The blue haired man's head snapped up. He looked… sick. His normally porcelain skin now looked transparent. Deep blue bags hung from under his bottomless eyes. The pillow was soaked with tears.

"It's all my fault." he whispered.

"No."

"Yes it fucking is! It's all my fucking fault!" he was screaming now. He no longer looked sane… he probably wasn't.

"Stop it 2D you know damn well that's not true." he just shook his head. Murdoc made his way over to touch the distressed singer.

"Don't touch me! I don't deserve you." 2D jerked his body to the side.

"What are you talking about?"

"Murdoc, I killed her. I fucking killed her! Our baby!" he was hysterical.

"You didn't kill her. Stop saying that." Murdoc kept his voice calm even thou he was screaming, crying, dieing, and pleading on the inside.

"It should have been me… I deserve to die, not her."

"SHUT UP!" Murdoc couldn't take it any longer. "2D you do not deserver to die! None of this is your fault, so just shut the fuck up!" it seemed like my words held no meaning to him.

"Please… just leave me alone." He could feel the cold in 2D's whisper. Murdoc gave him one last look before leaving the room. He ran to find a bathroom. He was lucky to find one that was empty. He quickly lucked the door. His feet somehow carried his to one of the stales. He everything he felt since he saw the news report on TV. Every scream, cry, shiver, moan, and whimper was ripped from him. He had no idea how he was going to fix this. How on earth could he fix 2D? Warm liquids made their way up his throat, and he released them into the toilet. He needed to stop, 2D was far worse than him, he needed Murdoc's help. After wiping his mouth on his shirt sleeve he stood up.

He didn't know how, or when but he would fix this.

I know that you guys wanted me to save Lydia, but it was my idea from the start for this to happen. Don't hate meh!

Don't worry guys happier days will come for the two love birds!

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