Noodle didn't know much English; the English she did know most consisted of profanities and demands for simple things, such as candy or water. She knew what a car was and she knew what an accident was, but combined, she had no idea. She looked up at Rachel for answers, though the older woman was already in a frenzy about the whole ordeal. Noodle knew that look. It was the kind of look Murdoc got when he had another demand for a paternity test in the mail or when Russel left his hot pocket in the microwave too long or when 2D heard Murdoc walk up the stair-

Speaking of the singer, Noodle tugged on Rachel's sleeve. She knew 2D as 2D, so hearing people call him Stuart was strange to her. It just didn't sound right. The name itself just sounded too proper for someone like 2D. When Noodle thought of the name Stuart, she immediately thought about the pictures she saw in the Pot's household, ones where 2D's blue hair is slicked to one side and the whites of his eyes look as if they had been drawn on with a crayon. It just didn't seem right to her.

2D and Stuart were two completely different people in her mind. Stuart had died off a long time ago and 2D took his place. Noodle never knew Stuart, one described as having two normal eyes, smooth hair, and a full smile.

2D was not like that at all. His blacked out eyes reminded Noodle of a safe place, perhaps a cave of some kind, where she could escaped from her fears; metaphorically, of course. His hair sprang up in all sorts of directions, but she loved that about his hair. Her own spiked up in such a way as well, so having someone with those same features made her feel like there was someone who could understand her grief in a world where hair wasn't mean to naturally be a strange color or spike up on its own. 2D also had two missing front teeth, something Noodle loved about him since the very first time they met. She didn't feel like she was looking at an adult, rather, she was looking at a kid, just like herself. He seemed friendly compared to the green man with points for teeth and the giant man who stood beside him.

There was no doubt that Noodle loved 2D to pieces and back together, so it made her rather upset every time someone called him Stuart.

He wasn't Stuart, he was 2D; her 2D.

And right now, it wasn't Stuart who was hurt. It was 2D.

Her 2D.

Not Carmon's.

The drive to the E.R felt like one of the longest drives in Noodle's whole life. Not even touring compared to the length this trip took as Noodle stared blankly out the window, trying to think of ways that 2D could have escaped unscathed from the incident. Maybe he jumped out last minute or maybe that bag thingy that comes out every time Murdoc crashes into a giant moose on the road came out and protected him or something.

Though the thought of a giant moose being the cause of the accident made Noodle smile just a bit, she shook her head. Now was not the time for smiles. Not when her 'boyfriend' was hurt. She put on a brave face that she saved for when she was caught with staying up late and held her head higher as Rachel parked the car, at an angle mind you, in her usual parking space when she would go in to work. David hardly had time to undo his seat belt by the time Rachel sprang from the car, running quickly in her bathrobe and slippers. Noodle looked up at David, who only shook his head,

"Dun worry, Noo'le," He said, opening the door and scooping the child in to his arms, "'e's been through much worse tha' this." He offers her a bit of a smile as he carries her inside the hospital. Despite the reassurance, Noodle can't help but cling anxiously to the hem of her pajama top. What if this was the worst he's been through? And David was only trying to make her feel better?

What if 2D was dead?

The thought alone had Noodle picking anxiously at her fingers, biting her lip in an attempt to keep from bawling. Noodle never did much crying and now was not going to be when she'd start. Crying was for babies.

And even though Russell called her 'baby girl' all the time, she was no baby!

"Where is he?" Rachel demanded, grabbing Dr. Scott the moment he came in to view. The doctor, having known Rachel for many years, easily pried the woman's hands away. The gesture does nothing to ease the woman's flared temper and Dr. Scott knows better than to withhold information for her in this state, so he complies,

"He's still in surgery, Rachel. He-"

"SURGERY!?"

Now, Noodle knew what surgery was. Russell had to perform it on her stuffed giraffe just last month when his stitches popped out and his stuffing wouldn't stay in. Maybe that's what happened to 2D? maybe he just needed stitches or something. Noodle tried to reassure herself of this, but Rachel's screaming did not make that very easy. The eleven-year-old resorted to pacing about the E.R, lost in a deep thought about her stuffed giraffe.

Gerry was alright after his surgery; Russell had even put a Band-Aid on him so he would heal faster! Sadly, though, 2D was much bigger than Gerry...he'd probably need a really big Band-Aid. Do hospitals even have Band-Aids such as that? Noodle stopped pacing to think about that .

Though they should, they probably didn't, or at least, the guitarist had never seen one before...

Noodle thought long and hard about the existence of big Band-Aids before realizing something; A good girlfriend such as herself who already have this figured out!

She would make him a big band aid so he would get better faster!

With all the commotion as her cover, Noodle snuck off to the gift shop.