Russel ran in shortly after he heard Noodle's cry.
"What's wrong!?" The man exclaimed.
"2-D-san!" Noodle shrieked, holding the bluenette close to her.
"2-D!" Russel quickly ran over to them. He placed an ear against the smaller mans chest.
"Noodle, umm, CPR! Yes, do you know CPR!?" He asked, reaching into his pocket to find his cellphone. Noodle knew what to do, and started doing CPR on the singer until the ambulance arrived. It was a long ride to the hospital, but they finally got there.
Noodle clung to Russel's arm as 2-D was wheeled away, looking so far gone, he could never be saved.
"2-D-san..." Noodle mumbled, hoping desperatly that her friend would be okay. Despite the chaotic situation, Noodle closed her eyes, wishing this was all a nightmare.
Two hours later:
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! YOUR FRIEND IS POSSIBLY DEAD, AND YOU SHOW UP TO THE HOSPITAL THREE HOURS LATER, AND COMPLETELY DRUNK!" Russel screamed, waking Noodle up.
Sure enough, there was Murdoc, completely drunk, and still drinking, without a shirt on.
"It's the damn dullard who offed himself, why you mad at me?" Murdoc swayed back and forth.
While the drummer and bassist went at it, a doctor walked into the waiting room, and walked up to Noodle.
"Are you one of Mr. Pot's friends?" He asked. Noodle nodded. The docotor's question made both Russel and Murdoc stop their arguing to look up.
"I have some news..."