Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 16

~~~~A couple weeks later~~~~


2D sighed, bending over to pick up the last bottle on the Winnebago floor. "Messy messy messy."  Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he threw the bottle into the overstuff plastic bag. "Geez! 'ow much trash does 'e 'ave?!"  To be honest, he didn't really want to know.  Tying the bag closed, he tossed it out the open Winnebago door, shivering as a breeze rolled in. "D-Damn! Winter's almost 'ere!"  Grabbing a sponge from his cleaning bag, 2D quickly went for the kitchen counters. Scrubbing away at the counters, the singer got a bit frustrated at the stains. "C'mon! Go away!" He scrubbed harder, finally getting the kitchen clean.  2D curled his sore hands up. "Ow...Ok, one more fing!" Reaching in the bag, he grabbed a handkerchief, wrapping it around his mouth and nose. "Woo, 'ere I go."  Opening the fridge door, the singer began cleaning the inside of it, wiping the raunchy smell away with the mold. "Ugh..." Why did he decide to clean Murdoc's waste dump of a Winnebago? Was it because he loved him? Did he really love him THAT much?! "Oh god!" Slamming the fridge doore shut, 2D threw the handkerkerchief off and backed up. "Da stench!  It's unbearable!" Throwing the now grotesque sponge away, he got to his feet, leaving the vehicle. "Glad dat's over wif."  He took the bag from the ground and tossed it in the dumpster, heading for his room. "I did my share of cleanin'...let's see...da toilets, da kitchen, and Murdoc's Winne...Now I jus' need to do meh own room."  Happily, 2D stepped into his room and began to do his task.  He was much happier now than he was 3 weeks ago. He shook the thoughts away, smiling again. "No sad thoughts!  I've got a zombie marathon to watch!"  He picked up the book and trash in his room, cleaning as quickly as possible. His growing stomach was making the task a bit harder, as he had to bend over carefully as to not hurt his forming baby.  After finishing his cleaning spree, the bluenette stood up straight and tossed the last piece of trash into the garbage can.  He wiped the sweat from his face as he made his way to his bed. This is why 2D should never drink energy drinks.  Now he was sore from moving all around Kong.  Laughing at his hyperness, the singer snatched the remote and turned his TV on, switching the channel to SciFi.  2D sighed and relaxed, ready to numb his brain with the zombie movies.




Stumbling out of the bar, Murdoc tripped over his own two feet, landing face first onto the sidewalk. "Bugger." Struggling to get to his feet, the bassist landed on the side of his Geep.  He grunted as he got back to his knees, slowing ascending to his feet. Reaching into his pocket, he clumsily pulled his keys out, opening the door to his vehicle, sliding into the seat.  He slowly put the keys up to where the steering wheel is and froze. The steering wheel was gone. How?! What was going on?  Freaking out, Murdoc looked around the car and blinked slowly, his speech coming out in a slurred mumble. "Wotthefuck?"  He suddenly realized that he had sat in the backseat of the Geep.  Growling in frustration, the Satanist got out of the seat, slamming the door behind him.  This time, he opened the right door, slipping into the seat, jamming the keys into the ignition, closing the door securely.  Taking the time to adjust his mirror,  the bassist revved the engine and started driving in the direction of Kong, his vision blurred some.  Using one hand to rub his eyes, he started to feel a bit tired. "Fuck. Got to get home..."  2D played into his mind and Murdoc smiled.  Anytime he thought of the blue haired man, it brought a smile to his face.  Sighing, he snapped back into his drunken reality, just in time to see the 18 wheeler heading straight for him, its horn honking noisily.  Reacting quickly, he turned the steering wheel, making the Geep swerve to the right, out of the truck's path.  But, to Murdoc's horror, the Geep began turning on it side, finally flipping over.  Murdoc cried out in panic as the vehicle continued flipping over, finally stopping, the bottom of the car facing the sky.  Groaning, the Satanist put a shakey hand to his head, and hissed as he felt a sharp pain from the touch.  Slowly getting to his knees, he struggled to get out of the mangled car, but stopped quickly as his leg throbbed and cracked loudly. "Fuck!" Crawling halfway out from under the car, Murdoc took a deep breath, trying to relax. He looked to the right of his car, seeing gas leaking out from the side.  His eye widened as he also saw a few of the wires in his car were broken and ripped.  He watched as gasoline came closer to the wires.  Clawing at the ground, he did his best to crawl out from the mangled window of his car.  Getting his feet out of the window, he got back to his knees, panting from fear.  He got to his right foot and yelped in pain as it cracked again. Realizing it was broken, he quickly started to crawl again, closing his eyes tightly.  Hearing an explosion, he opened his eyes, seeing red all around him, then it all went black.

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After finally getting tired of laying around, Stuart bounced off the bed and headed upstairs to the carpark, seeing the Geep missing still.  He furrowed his eyebrows. "Where is 'e? Is 'e still at the bar?"  He looked at his watch and grimaced. "Even 'e don't stay out till 1 o' clock in da mornin'."  He shrugged and made his way up the stairs to the kitchen, craving the doughnuts he had gotten at the store just yesterday.  Yanking the fridge door open, he tugged the bag out and smiled at the title on the bag. "Krispy Kreme. Yums."  He was stopped by the sound of the kitchen intercom going off. Who would come over at this time of night?  Sighing, he set the bag down on the table and went over to the intercom, pressing the answer button.  "'ello?"  An image of two cops showed up on the screen. "Oh!"  The singer cried out in shock by the two surprise guests. "Um...can I 'elp you?"  The larger cop stepped closer. "We'd like to come in and ask a few question, sir."  His soft voice frightened 2D. What was this about? He nodded and quickly went down the steps to the lobby, rushing to the door to let the officers in. The heavily built one stepped in first, his hat soaked from the rain. "Sorry to come so late." He spoke in a hushed tone, as if to keep the household from waking up. "But, we came to talk about an accident that involves Murdoc Niccals."  The singer's eyes widened. "M-Murdoc?  Wot 'appened? Is 'e alright? Wot's goin' on?  Where did it 'appen?!"  He frantically released question after question.  A hand on his shoulder calmed him down.  He looked and saw the hand belonged to the younger, more slim officer.  His blue eyes gleamed with reassurance, but at the same time it showed sorrow.  When he spoke, his voice was also soft but much deeper than the other's. "Murdoc is in the hospital, his vehicle crashed and then exploded.  He was hit only slightly, but enough to knock him out.  We assume he was drunk while driving."  The news sent a cold shiver up 2D's spine, also making his legs feel like rubber.  As he fell, the skinnier officer caught him just in time, getting him back up on his feet. "If you can come with us, we can give you a lift to the hospital."  The singer nodded hesitantly, wanting to desperately know one thing. "...'ow is 'e?  Is 'e 'urt?"  The bulky officer sighed. "A few burns on his legs, cuts, bruises, and a small concusion.  But all of these can be taken care of.  The most serious injury he recieved was a broken "  Tearing up, 2D nodded and followed the officers out the door into the rain, letting them lead him to the cop car.  




Stepping out of the car, 2D was escorted into the building by both officers, still answering their questions one by one. The light inside the hospital hurt the singer's eyes, but he continued to follow the officers to the nurse at the front desk.  After a quick chat with her they led 2D down a hallway and  to the door at the end of it. He looked up at the number and chuckled. "023...ironic."  He watched the skinniest cop open the door and make his way into the room.  Following, Stuart stayed behind the officer and turned to see the largest one had left, walking back up the hallway to the lobby.  Sighing, he turned back around to face the other cop, who was over the only bed in the room.  He quickly dashed to his side and looked at the figure laying on the bed, gasping at the sight. Murdoc face was scratched up with large bruises on the right cheek. His right leg was in a cast, with only his toes sticking out of it. A gown covered his torso and crotch, leaving his legs uncovered, save a few ace bandages over the few burns that occupied the skin. 2D fell to his knees, sobbing loudly. "Muds!"  The singer shook and raised his head to look at Murdoc's face, but saw another bandage around the bassist's head. He lowered his head again, letting his tears drop onto the floor, not able  to look at the Satanist's condition any longer. The officer put a hand on 2D's band, rubbing the small of it. "He will recover sooner than you think."    Stuart only nodded, wanting to be left alone with his love. Finally taking the hint, he got up and left the singer in the room, closing the door behind him, going to accompany his partner.   2D sniffed and looked to the bassist face just in time to see his left eye open, his mouth curving into a smile. "They gone?"  The singer let his mouth open in shock, but he nodded.  He watched as the Satanist sat up straight on the bed, still smiling at the surprised singer. "Wot? Ya think some stupid car crash is gonna take me down?  Yeah right."   2D smiled weakly. "Ya sod! I was thought ya were seriously hurt!"  He leaned over and kissed Murdoc's bruised cheek slightly. "Well, I am hurt, so how about'cha do somethin' 'bout it.  Yer kisses help meh some."  Chuckling, the singer agreed by pressing his lips to the bassist's rough ones, sliding his tongue into his mouth slowly.  Pulling away slowly, 2D sighed happily. " I'm jus' glad yer awroight...I really wos worried."  Murdoc's eyes softened and he raised a hand to Stuart's cheek.  "Thanks fer carin', luv.  But, I gotta get some sleep. The drugs they gave me are startin' to kick in, yeah?  Ya can stay though, I could definitely use the company.  Nodding, the singer placing his hand on Murdoc's, watching him shift back into a sleeping position.  He let go of the bassist's hand and let it fall back down next to the sleepy figure. "I love ya, Mudsy."  All Murdoc could do was smile before he finally drifted off to sleep, leaving the singer to admire him.