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"Erm.. Murdoc?" a soft voice dully registered in his mind.
He slowly opened his eyes, and saw a worried looking Noodle crouching down in front of him. He blinked at her a couple of times.
"What are you doing here?" she asked quietly.
Last night's events came streaming back into Murdoc's mind, and he quickly leaned over the toilet bowl again, hurling.
Noodle put a supportive hand on his back as he threw up the last contents of his stomach. She offered him a glass of water when nothing more came out, which he accepted gratefully.
"Come on, let's go down to the kitchen and get some breakfast into you," Noodle then said, putting her hand on Murdoc's shoulder.
"I ain't hungry," Murdoc growled hoarsely.
"No, Murdoc, you have to get some food into your system. You've been puking all night long, it seems. It's not healthy," Noodle said sternly.
"Fuck that. I don't care. I don't want to be healthy," Murdoc mumbled, leaning his forehead on the toilet seat.
Noodle sighed, and attempted to pull Murdoc up by his shoulders.
"Murdoc, I'll talk to you about what's wrong if you just get something inside your stomach first. Seriously, you look really pale. In fact-" Noodle paused, putting her hand on Murdoc's forehead.
"You've got a fever," Noodle stated, and pulled Murdoc forcefully up.
His legs were shaking and he leaned against the wall for support. Noodle put her arm around his waist, guiding him through the hallway to his room.
"What time is it?" he muttered as he staggered to his room.
"Half past nine. Everyone's still asleep," Noodle whispered.
They paused in Murdoc's doorway.
"Crap. I forgot what your room is like right now," Noodle muttered.
They stood there in silence for a few moments, Murdoc shivering and shaking as Noodle tried to keep him from falling on the floor.
"You can sleep in my room. Come on," Noodle then said, pulling him toward her room.
Finally, after a lot of hard work, Noodle carefully sat Murdoc down on her bed.
"Just lie down, and I'll get you some tea and toast, alright?" she said as she closed the curtains. "Is your head hurting? I'll get you some paracetamol, too."
"Thanks, love," Murdoc mumbled as he pulled the covers over him.
She left, and Murdoc closed his eyes, feeling extremely tired. He hadn't slept at all that night, having been too miserable to even consider sleep.
He felt awful. His head was thumping, he was freezing cold even under all the layers of blankets and his limbs felt like they were made from jelly.
But it didn't matter.
He could die, for all he cared. Whatever he could do to get rid of this aching pain in his chest. A few minutes later, Noodle came in, and put the tray on the bedside table.
"Murdoc, take this, then get some rest. I'll come up in a few hours to see how you're feeling," Noodle said gently.
She left the room again, softly shutting the door behind her. Murdoc stared at the tray with green tea, some toast with jam and a couple of pills. Then he turned around and closed his eyes, falling into a horrible, nightmare-filled sleep.
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"Right, now! There's no one here at the moment," 2D hissed at the man. 2D couldn't even remember his name.
The man tiptoed past all the rooms, and they silently went down the stairs to the back door.
"This is pathetic," the man whispered.
"I'm just not ready for people to know, alright? I live with three other people here, I'll tell them when I'm ready," 2D whispered back.
The man stood at the door. "Bye," he said quietly.
"Bye," 2D said quickly, and shut the door.
He went to the kitchen, where Noodle and Russel were eating breakfast.
"Good morning, Noods," he said, sitting down at the table.
"Hello, 2D. Did you have a good sleep?" she asked, taking a bite from her toast.
"Yes, thanks. How about you two?" he asked nervously, picking up some toast.
"I slept fine, thank you," Noodle replied.
"I kept hearing noises," Russel remarked. "Did you take some chick with you?"
2D choked on a piece of toast. He quickly took a long drink, and grinned up at Russel nervously.
"Yeah. A nice bird. She was really hot, too," 2D replied nervously.
"Good one, man," Russel said, patting him on the back.
He and Noodle exchanged quick glances.
"Where is Murdoc, anyway?" 2D asked, trying to sound indifferent.
"He's in my bed. He's not well, and as you two know his room is trashed, so.." Noodle trailed off.
"Where did he sleep in the night, then?" Russel asked curiously.
Noodle cleared her throat. "I found him in the bathroom," she replied quietly.
2D stopped chewing and looked at her with wide eyes.
"He had been throwing up all night. He really doesn't feel well," Noodle replied, taking a sip from her tea. "In fact, I should probably go and check on him soon."
2D stood up abruptly. "I'll do it."
Noodle looked up at him. "I don't think that's a very good idea, somehow.." she said slowly.
"I agree. Let Noods do it, who knows what state Murdoc's in," Russel said with a shiver.
"No, don't worry. I'm leaving already," 2D said quickly, going up the stairs before anyone could stop him.
He slowly opened Noodle's door. Murdoc was lying on Noodle's bed, looking extremely pale. He had his eyes closed and he was breathing heavily. 2D slowly walked toward him.
"Muds?" he said quietly, nervously.
Murdoc's eyes flickered open, and they looked over at 2D with a dead gaze.
"What do you want, Stuart," Murdoc said in an exhausted voice. The lack of aggression frightened 2D.
"I.. how are you?" 2D asked, coming closer to the bed.
"Fine," Murdoc said hoarsely.
"Muds.." 2D began, putting his hand on Murdoc's arm.
Murdoc flinched away weakly.
"Don't fucking touch me with the same hands that touched that cocksucker," Murdoc hissed.
2D pulled his hand away with a hurt look on his face. "But Murdoc-"
"No. Don't speak to me. You disgust me," Murdoc growled.
2D flinched at these words.
"Leave me alone. Don't ever talk to me again."
2D turned around, his eyes filling up with tears at these harsh words, and ran out of the room. He bumped into a confused Russel as he was going up to his own room.
"2D?" he called after the singer, but 2D was running toward his room, hardly being able to see a thing because of the tears.
He locked himself in his room, falling down on the bed.
He never should have made eye contact with that man yesterday. He should never have kissed him. He should never have taken him home. And he should never, ever have had sex with him.
Even after Murdoc had gone away again, they had continued. 2D hadn't cared, he was angry at Murdoc and wanted to get back at him.
But now he regretted every second of it. He was the most horrible person ever.
He would never be able to make it up to Murdoc, he would hate him forever.
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Noodle entered her room. She saw the tray on the bedside table, still full, and she sighed.
"You really should eat something.." she trailed off.
Murdoc was stealing up at the ceiling, and the faintest glimpe of tears were shimmering at the corners of his eyes.
"Murdoc?" Noodle exclaimed incredulously.
Murdoc looked away sharply, wiping at his eyes. "I've got dust or something in my eye.. damn room needs cleaning," he muttered.
Noodle looked around, the room was spotless. She sat on the edge of the bed.
"Here, have some toast," she said gently, handing Murdoc the toast. He took it from her, but didn't put it near his mouth, just staring at it.
"Murdoc.. Whatever it is, you can tell me," she said softly.
It was killing her to see her normally loud, snappy, aggressive and rather amusing band mate look so dull and defeated.
Murdoc shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Noods," he breathed, not looking at her.
"I'm fine. I'm just ill."
"Stop bullshitting me. You're more than just ill, and Murdoc I can't stand seeing you like this, alright? Please tell me what's going on so I can help you!" she said desperately.
Murdoc just shook his head again.
"Has it got something to do with 2D? Please tell me!" Noodle begged.
Murdoc looked at her and put his hand on her arm. "Stop worrying, Noods. It's not good for you. I'm Murdoc, of course I'm fine. I'm more than fine. So stop getting your clever little mind in a twist, alright?" he said soothingly.
Noodle sighed defeatedly and bowed her head. "Whenever you're ready to tell me, I'm here," she said.
"I know. Thank you," Murdoc replied softly, and with that Noodle left the room.
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