Pain Killers

2D sat quietly in his room, listening to the world around him. It seemed as though the world outside would never be warm again and that he alone would survive below in his self induced prison beneath Kong Studios. The painkillers were wearing off already and the migraines were taking place. How long was it since he had last taken his medications? Two, three hours? He was never really sure. Reaching over to the dresser he blindly felt for his painkillers.

After a few moments he noticed that they weren't there. But how could that be? He never put them anywhere besides the nightstand. Where could they be? Who could've…

And then it hit him. Murdoc. Murdoc was angry with him for messing him up in the Winnebago the night before. Although, D should've been the one to be mad because it was Paula, his girlfriend, who Murdoc was seducing that night.

This was it, D had had enough. It was time to do something about this madness. He marched up the stairs that led to Kong Studios and out to the parking lot where Murdoc's Winnebago was so menacingly stationed. He went to the door and hesitated as he thought about busting in the door. After a moment of thought he decided it was best to be civil and knocked five times.

2D could hear the clanging of beer bottles falling to the ground as Murdoc cursed obscenities at no one in particular. Suddenly he felt as if he were losing his nerve. Just as he was about to leave Murdoc answered his beckoning.

"What do ye want, Face ache?" He muttered.

Murdoc was clearly drunk. He probably wouldn't even have bothered with D's medications if it weren't so. However, it was, and he had to get those pills. The migraine was so bad by now that his vision, what little he had left, was beginning to fail him.

"Murdoc, I fink you's got me medications?" He stammered.

"Yeah, so what if I do? What're ye gonna do about it?"

2D sat there quietly for a moment before deciding on an answer.

"I'm gonna git Russ if ye don't give 'em to me."

"Fine!" Murdoc shouted, "Go on 'en git 'im! You've always got to have someone else to fight yer battles ye pathetic little…"

As Murdoc continued to scream at him the pain grew worse and worse. Soon 2D was on the floor crying hopelessly into his arms and begging for relief. He began to claw at Murdoc's leg to get him to give the medications back. The pain was taking over. Tears rolled down his face as he begged for the painkillers on his hands and knees.

"Git offa me! Get off…" Suddenly, Murdoc had a strange feeling come over him as he looked at 2D crying like a hopeless child on the ground.

"Please, Muds!" Please, oh please!" he cried.

"Alright! Alright! Git offa the ground will ye? Come on inside…I'm sorry, Mate," Murdoc cooed as he gently lifted 2D off of the ground. He put D's arm around his shoulder and carried the sobbing man into his Winnebago and laid him onto his bed.

"Now lay here a moment and I'll be back with your meds and a hot cup of tea. Hang on. And quit yer cryin'."

2D lay on the bed sobbing until Murdoc came back with the medication. As 2D held the medication, like a child with something of extreme fragility, relief spread across his face. He took the pill, popped it into his mouth and allowed Murdoc to help him drink his tea. The tears eventually stopped and the pain subsided. The only thing out of place was a friend to snuggle up with. Then again, maybe not. Murdoc's alcohol had already sent him into a deep sleep. D nestled up beside him and fell into a deep dreamless sleep, just as he loved. The world was quiet as the rain played it song upon the roof yet again.