When we made it into a port on God-Knows-Where, Guatemala I stepped off the sub and stretched my legs, wincing as my shoulder wound broke open and began to bleed again.
I felt Noodle's little hand on my shoulder and I turned. "We need to get you to a hospital." She said gently. I shook my head.
"I'm fine, I trust Ache-Face more than any of these jabbering idiots." I grunted in response. She narrowed her eyes at me.
"You don't have a choice." She replied dangerously. I sighed.
"Hey look who's here finally!" I heard a booming voice, I turned and saw Snoop Dogg heading over to us, his submarine a few docks down.
"Hello Snoopy!" I said, happy to see another familiar face. The rapper looked over at me and raised and eyebrow.
"So ya did get a cap in ya shoulder eh?" He stated, inspecting the bandaged arm. 2D's head popped out of the sub and he hoisted himself out.
"Do I need teh come teh hospital wif yew?" he asked, eyes wide. Noodle shook her head.
"It's okay 2D-san," she said. "I know they make you nervous." The singer nodded gratefully as he turned his attention back to caring for the vessel.
"Hospitals make him nervous!" I sputtered as she grabbed my wrist and began dragging me along to the street. "What about me? I'm the one going to get my bloody arm poked at!" she didn't appear to hear me as she craned her arm out for a cab.
Three teenage boys were sitting on a limp of broken wood a ways away and they began catcalling to Noodle. "Hola chica guapa!" one bold one hollered over, Noodle looked over her shoulder and with displeasure I saw a blush creep into her cheeks.
I glared over at the trio them and snarled. "Déjala en paz!" I snarled at them. Both them and Noodle were taken aback by my knowledge of their language.
"Estamos divirtiendo, estamos los niños y ella es una muchachahermosa ... ¿qué espera?" one remarked. I shook my head at them with my pointed teeth bared.
"What are they saying..?" Noodle said, I looked back at her and narrowed my eyes even more.
"It's not as if you couldn't understand even an inkling of it now could you?" I said cruelly, pointing an accusing finger towards the blush on her cheeks. She looked down at the ground, and put her arm back at her side.
"Fine," she said lowly. "You don't have to go to the hospital, let your fucking arm rot off for all I care!" she said, brushing past me and heading back to the dock.
"Noodle! Wait!" I called but she just kept on walking. I swore loudly and kicked at a piece of driftwood. "You fucked it up Muds." I growled to myself, turning and watch her drop back into the sub.
Author's Note: I figured that Murdoc knew Spanish from being in that Mexican prison, so the little line of dialog seemed fitting since Noodle knew about as much Spanish as she knew English when she popped outta that crate.