Pain was something 2D had grown used to. Head pains mostly, but also pains all over form being beaten senseless by Murdoc on a pretty regular basis. However, this pain was one he could only describe as being beat up by Murdoc every second of his entire existence. Every inch of your body felt like it had been bent in ways it shouldn't go, then bent back in to place again.
In other words, he hurt so badly, he thought he could spontaneously combust from it. No migraine or vicious battle even came close in comparison to this pain. It was unreal to the singer. Even the mere act of cast his eyes about the room hurt, but it would be the only way he'd figure out what exactly was going on around him.
From what he could see over a neck brace he just realized he had, IVs ran from both hands and the crook of his left arm. Judging from the stiffness in his right arm, he figured it was in a cast; a quick glance confirmed this suspicion. His difficult breathing was probably linked to the bandages he could feel rubbing against his sides and chest, a rather irritating feeling to be honest. Further down, he felt the same sort of stiffness all up his left leg and hip, much like the feeling in his right arm; he figured that it too was in a cast. His right ankle hurt terribly, but he still had full range of motion, so it was most likely just sprained.
As for everything above the neck brace, it was hard to tell what was just a bandage, what was hair slick with blood, and what was just a migraine, so 2D decided not to bother himself with figuring that one out.
He did, however, try to figure out what exactly had happened...he had been driving the car...no, wait...that wasn't right...He was supposed to be behind the wheel, he had drank less than Carmon...so why was she the one driving? Was she the one driving? In his frazzled mind, 2D didn't even remember the steering wheel of the car, let alone who's car they were in. Wait...Carmon! Where was she!?
2D looked desperately around the room, well, as desperate as his weakened body would allow. He sigh of relief rushed over him when he was the red head in a chair beside him, fast asleep. She had a bandage on her head and her arm was in a sling. Aside from that, she appeared to be fine.
'Maybe I was driving the car...' The singer thought to himself, but that still didn't seem right to him...no matter. He was in too much pain to care anyhow.
"He's awake!" The shrill cry of an over-protective mother cuts through the room and through 2D's head for that matter, causing the broken singer to groan in agony. His mother is immediately by his side, scooping him in to her arms and clinging to him like he would vanish in to thin air if she let go.
"M-mum, le' go..." 2D said through a strained voice, turning his eyes toward the ceiling as stars began to fill his vision. Complying, she let go instantly, stopping to take in the damage. She would have given him the lecture of a life time had Noodle not skipped through the door moments later, a t-shirt gripped tight in her fingers.
"Toochi-san!" She exclaimed, bolting quickly to the singer's bed. 2D immediately tensed, waiting for the potential bone-shattering hug that usually came along with this type of entrance, not that he really had anymore bones to be shattered, but the hug never came. Instead, he was being presented with a shirt.
It was clearly a size or two too big, a shade of hospital white that hurt 2D's eyes just a little bit. What really stood out to him was the design on the shirt. Done in sharpie, by who he was assuming was Noodle herself, was a band aid that took up both the front and the back of the shirt. Looking at the guitarist for an explanation, Noodle piped up, "Toochi-san, big owie, need big band aid. Find none, so made one."
2D continued to stare at the shirt, leaving the whole room in an awkward quiet. Noodle looked between him, the shirt, and Rachel beside her, "Toochi-san?"
"Ya know somefink, Noodle...I shoulda wen' out ta da ice-cream truck wiff ya..."