Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 6

~Doctor's visit~


Artist's comment: I'm still trying to make this as real as possible. Please enjoy if you can.


~~~~~~~Next Morning~~~~~~


"NO! Nononono! I change meh mind! I don' wanna go!" The bluenette cried out, gripping the doorframe tightly as Murdoc pried him off and dragged him to the Geep. "C'mon! It ain't that bad! Just a check up! Wot's so bad about that?"  2D hissed in protest as he was shoved into the passenger seat. "I 'ate the doctors! They got da big needles and weird equipmen'."   The bassist growled and got to the driver's seat, hopping in and shoving the keys in the ignition. "If it weren' fer doctors, ya wouldn't be alive, mate."  He sped out of the carpark, onto the main road, heading for London. "Y'know," 2D started, keeping his focus on the road. "..'m feelin' a lot bettah. We can go back, Muds." He finished with a nervous smile.  A cold, spine-chilling chuckle escaped the Satanist's mouth. "Yeah, the pukin' this mornin' sounded really healthy."  The singer looked down, hiding his face with his hair.  After what seemed like hours, he looked back to the road, seeing the scenery whizz by. He soon felt a wave of tiredness rush through him.  Murdoc glanced over to the singer, watching him drift off to sleep.  His lips curved to a small smile, going back to concentrate on the road. 2D closed his eyes, leaning on the door of the Geep, falling to sleep.

~~~~ Doctor's office ~~~~

A gentle nudge woke the singer from his nap. "hmm? Wot?"  Murdoc grunted and got out of the vehicle. "We're here, mate." 2D hesitated. "Umm..."  The green-tinted man grabbed the singer by the arm and dragged him into the building, recieving crude protests from the younger male. "Muds! Stop! I don' wanna!" The Satanist growled and pulled him to the front desk. "'ey 'm Murdoc Niccals." He stated to the nurse at the desk. "I called for a check-up yesterday for A Stuart Pot yesterday by phone."  He watched patiently as the nurse dug through papers and check e-mail notes. "Ok sir." She started off, her voice sweet and gentle. "I've got it.  You can wait over there and I'll call his name when it's time. Ok?"  Murdoc simply grunted as he make 2D sit down in the waiting room. "Calm down! Damn. Yer makin' the whole room shake."  His hand pressed on the singer's shoulder, weighing him down so he'll stop quivering. "W-Wot if they inject summfink in me and knock me out, and-and take an organ out? Or wot if-" Murdoc pressed his other hand over the bluenette's mouth, an annoyed expression loomed over his face. "Shut it. You'll be fuckin' fine." 2D took Murdoc's hand away from his mouth, "Wait, 'ow do YOU know?" Murdoc's hand tightened on 2D's shoulder. "Because, moron, I'm goin' in with ya!" He watched as the singer's face reddened. "Oh...awroight, fank ya."
He turned his head to the door as a nurse walked out, a clipboard raised to her face. "Stuart Pot, please." 2D suddenly felt his heart skip a beat as he was lifted by the arm, he looked to see Murdoc dragging him towards the door to the doctor's office. "Wa-Wait!" He clawed at the doorframe.  The bassist groaned and pushed the singer into the office hallway and shoved him into the room the nurse led them to. 2D sighed and crawled onto the small bed in the middle room, sitting up right, alert and ready. "S-So..." He gulped nervously, looking to the floor.


The nurse turned from the computer she was gazing at. "Ok, Mr. Pot. I'm going to take your temperature and check your breathing." With that, she took a finger clip from the drawer and clapped it on 2D's finger, causing the singer to squeak with fright. This recieved a chuckle from the Satanist on the chair next to him. The nurse took the stethoscope that hung from the rack on the wall. "Alright, could you take off your shirt, please?" 2D blinked a few times, but did as he was asked, tossing his shirt behind him on the pillow. Murdoc's eyes shifted to 2D's now bare torso, observing. The stethoscope went to 2D's chest, making the bluenette squeak again. "It's cold!" The nurse giggled. "I'm sorry, dear." She put the ends of the stethoscope to her ears and listened. "Ok, take a deep breath." The singer blinked but drew in a sharp breath, holding it in. "Ok, breathe." He did so automatically. After a few more times of this, the nurse backed up and took the clip off his finger. "Ok! Your temperature seems normal, and your breathing is equally healthy." 2D sighed with relief. "Dat's good, right Murdoc?" The Satanist looked up from his magazine that he picked up, "Yeah, for you." He chuckled and went back to reading. The singer made a face at Murdoc as the nurse grabbed an Otoscope from the wall. His attention was directed to it as the nurse brought it to his ear. "Sit still, dear."  He did so after a minute, allowing her to exam his ears. "Alrighty, Everything seems to be in order." Murdoc looked up from the magazine, watching the nurse quickly pull out a popsicle stick and glide over to 2D. "Now, open your mouth and stick out your tongue." The singer's eyes darkened a bit as he did as he was told, having the stick pushed down on his tongue.  With the other hand, the nurse brought up the flashlight and examined his throat. "Hmm, your throat's a bit red, irritated." She took the stick from his mouth and tossed it in the trash can. 2D looked at the ground as he spoke. "Yeah...I've been 'avin' stomach problems...pukin' and stuff."  The nurse only nodded, writing onto her clipboard. "Ok then. The check up from me is done. Dr. Carver should be in here in a matter of minutes. So have a good day you two." With that said she headed out the door, closing it.  "Right," The bassist mumbled as he threw the magazine to the floor. "Time fer me own therapy." He finished with a chuckle as he gestures for the bluenette to come over.

2D slid off the side of the bed and crawled into Murdoc's lap, beginning to snuggle the Satanist. He let his fingers slither through Murdoc's hair, leaning closer to his face. "Muds, I dun' wanna be 'ere..." Murdoc sighed. "I know," He paused as he brushed a strand of hair out of 2D's face. "But, we all gotta go to the doctor's every now and then. If it wasn't fer doctors and surgeons, ya wouldn't be here." He presses his lips to the singer's to stop any protests. The vocalist moaned into his partner's mouth, deeping the kiss.  Murdoc snaked his hand along the younger's chest, pulling away quickly when he heard the doorknob jiggle. "Get back up on the bed." He demanded the singer. 2D got out of the Satanist's lap and jumped onto the bed just as the door opened.  A stalky man, maybed in his twenties, stepped into the room, his blonde hair shining in the light. His blue eyes turned to the clipboard. "Stuart Pot, I've heard a lot about you. Seen you in magazines and on the TV a few times."  He looked at the singer and back at the clipboard. "Do you mind if we run some tests?"  2D opened his mouth, but was stopped by Murdoc's sudden outburst. "No, he doesn't mind." The man smiled, "Oh, I'm Dr. Carver, in case you needed to know." He chuckled a bit and went to the door. "If you'll just follow me Stuart, you can leave your shirt off, I'll need an X-ray."


Murdoc got to his feet and got 2D by the arm, pulling him after the Doctor. "I'm comin' too, mate.  He's too much of a chicken to go alone."  Dr. Carver only nodded and kept on his way.  2D shook more violently as he was pushed down the hall by the annoyed Murdoc. "Why do I need an X-ray?" Dr. Carver turned to face 2D. "It helps to make sure nothing is internally wrong with you.  To make sure your internal organs aren't damaged." While explaining this to the blue-haired boy, the doctor had opened the door to a dark room, switching on the lights and pointing to a table. "Hop up on here and lay still." The vocalist hesitantly climbed onto the table and laid back on it.  "Sir, could you put this on him for me, you seem to be close to him." The doctor handed Murdoc a lead apron of some sort, which caused the Satanist to look at it with surprise. "Damn! It's heavy!" He walked over to the singer and tucked it on his waist and tied it on. "There." He walked over to the seat next to the table and sighed. 2D gulped. "D-Do I 'ave ta do this?"  The doctor looked at him once more. "Yes, It's a necessity in unknown problems. It won't hurt you." The vocalist nodded and let his eyelids droop.  Murdoc watched as the doctor stood behind a wall and pressed a few buttons, starting the X-ray, making a blue light scan over the singer ever so slowly. "So...boring..."  


After the X-ray, 2D hopped off the table and took the apron off and tosses it to the doctor. "Is dat all?" The singer asked, hopefully. The bassist frowned. "I doubt it."  He led the bluenette back to the room as the doctor examined the X-rays, closing the door quietly.  "See, luv? There's nothin' to worry about, alright?" 2D nodded and got back up on the bed and kicked his feet. "Yeah, yer right." He turned to Murdoc, "Muds...wot...wot if 'm dyin?" The bassist instantly looked up at the singer. "WOT?! Don't even think that! You ain't dyin'." He looked away from the bluenette, his eyes focused on the door, watching. It seemed like hours before the door actually opened, the doctor stumbling in, a tiny case in his hand. "Sorry, I was talking to another patient." 2D looked away from the window and his eyes fell to the case. "Wot's dat?" Dr. Carver grunted and opened the case, revealing a syringe. "It's a syringe for drawing blood." That was all 2D needed to high-tail it out of there, his legs swinging over the bed onto the floor, dashing for the door. "Nononononono!!!"  The Satanist caught on quickly, hooking his arm with 2D's. "Egh! Ya ain't goin' anywhere!"  The singer tugged and pulled, trying to squirm away. "I ain't losin' any of meh blood, Muds!"  The doctor watched as the two struggled with each other, until finally 2D gave up, knowing that fighting the bassist was futile. Murdoc smiled and sat the vocalist on the bed and held him down with incredible force. "Alright, Doc. I got 'im." The syringe was pulled out of the case and adjusted, as Dr. Carver strolled over to the singer. "This may sting, but it will be over quickly."  2D groaned and struggled a bit as the needle was in view. Murdoc knew that if he even let go of him for even a second, he would run.



The doctor instantly wrapped a elastic band around the singer's upper arm, tightening it. "alright, are you ready?" 2D shook his head rapidly. "No!" Dr. Carver sighed. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." He brought the needle up to the crook of 2D's arm, inserting it, instantly finding a vein. A shriek escaped the singer's mouth as the syringe began to fill with his blood. "Hold on, D! It's almost done, damn it!" Murdoc struggled to keep the squirming man in his grip still. "I HATE DIS! M-MAKE IT STOP!" Tears formed in the singer's eyes as he squirmed more. The doctor pulled the syringe out of the singer's arm. "Ok..we're done."  Murdoc gently let go of 2D, watching the singer shrink back against the bed. "Alright, that's it." The doctor sighed. "You can leave now, I will analyze
the information we DO have and get back to you, maybe we can figure out what is wrong."  Murdoc nodded and took 2D's hand, leading him out of the room, into the waiting room, stopping at the candy jar. "Wot d'ya want? A lollipop?"  2D only nodded and sniffled. "Right." The Satanist reached into the jar and pulled out a red lollipop, handing it to the singer. "There ya go." They left the office and headed for the Geep. "Well, glad that's fuckin' over with."  Murdoc huffed and jumped into the driver's seat as he watched 2D slink into the passenger side. "Yeah..."  He kept his head down, the lollipop stick moving around in his mouth. "Sorry fer causin' so much trouble, luv..."  The bassist sighed and pet the singer on the head, ruffling his blue hair. "'s alright, babe.  At least it's over, yeah?"  The blue-haired boy's head bobbed up and down a bit, still not showing his face, which was probably covered in tears. Boy, did he hate the doctor's office. "Well," The Satanist spoke up, revving the engine. "I guess we should head home..."  He gaze at the singer once more, pitying him. "...Or..we could go get some pizza."  2D's head lifted a bit, his eyes focused on the bassist. "Sure...fanks."  Murdoc smiled at his praised attempt to cheer the vocalist. "Pizza Hut, here we come." He stepped on the gas, heading in the direction of the restaurants in London.