Chapter 7: Death

Author's Note

Sorry for the unplanned hiatus in revising this story. I hope to get the last few chapters reposted while I'm in a position and the mood to work on them. D: I also want to thank everyone for the favs and reviews. You all are awesome!

Thud thud...thud thud...thud...thud...the familiar sound of a heartbeat was growing dimmer by the minute, fading away.

Murdoc had collapsed and he couldn't breath, couldn't think straight. It was as though everything was shutting down. Noodle screamed out the other band member's name, and 2D and Russel came scrambling down to the lobby. It was as close to the Carpark the guitarist and bassist had gotten.

"What's wrong?" 2D shouted, his voice ready to crack with worry and panic. He saw Murdoc on the floor clutching his chest with Noodle trying to comfort him and keep him connected to the world. The singer knelt down and tried to do the same.

"Murdoc, what's wrong with you?" he repeated. His hands fell upon the bassist's chest, and he was startled by the strong, erratic rhythm that he could feel.

Murdoc tried to speak, but he felt as though his throat was becoming tighter and tighter. He tried to stand up on his own, though he could only manage a wobbly rise to his knees, hoping the others would get the hint and get him to the damn hospital before he...

"D, go start the Geep," Russel said in a panicked growl as he picked up the bassist.

"Shouldn't we call an ambulance instead? I mean, they..."

"Dammit, D! It would take too damn long for them to get here and that's time we can't spare right now!"

2D gulped then nodded simply before he ran as fast as his long legs could take him to start up the vehicle. There was a tightness in his own chest now. He was afraid, scared and terrified. Afraid of what was happening to his lover, scared of what may happen to him, and terrified that there would be one less person in in his life tomorrow.

They raced through the streets, nearly getting in a few accidents but luck was on their side for once. Murdoc had been placed in the front passenger seat while Noodle and 2D were in the back.

As 2D stared at the ill form in front of him, he let his hand reach over and grab Murdoc's own, holding it firmly. He could feel the bassist squeeze it with what strength there was. He was obviously in pain, but was as he as scared as the rest of them were? Even Murdoc must afraid of death, right? The singer suddenly didn't care if the others were watching. He gave into impulse, leaned down as best he could over the seat in front of him and placed a soft kiss on the other man's lips.

"It'll be alright, Murdoc. You'll be fine," he comforted. Though in truth, he wasn't so sure.

After what seemed like a thousand eternities they finally reached the hospital. After the bassist was taken away by the nurses into a long hallway, they were told to sit in a waiting room by a doctor and that he would return periodically to give reports on their friend's health status. Reluctantly, they obeyed.

An hour passed and the doctor had not returned. The only updates they received was from nurses who would just tell them that the doctor is trying to do his best. Russel stood at the window. He silently mused about the fact that the night sky was too beautiful for a day like today. "In movies, it always rains at a moment like this," he pondered out loud.

Noodle sat in one of the chairs, holding her legs up to her chest and laying her head limply he knees. "Movies are not real life," she responded.

2D was just standing in the middle of the room staring at the ceiling like he was in a trance. A door opened and a man in a long white lab coat came in. The tension the room became so thick one could almost see it as a fog. The singer remained still but moved his eyes to the doctor. And then the man spoke.

"He's still doing pretty badly at the moment, I'm afraid. His heart stopped twice and the second time we almost lost him."

Noodle lifted her head to look at the doctor. She tried her best to keep her tears under check, but she soon found herself rubbing her eyes and keeping her head lowered so her band-mates couldn't see her tears. She felt a large hand on her shoulder. She leaned into Russel's side silently.

"I see..." 2D finally spoke, seemingly finally coming out of his trace-like state.

Then the doctor smiled. "But his condition is rapidly improving. What ever is in his system should subside by tomorrow, at this rate. It's quite a miracle, if you ask me."

2D was nearly toppled over by Noodle when she jumped on him with joy. He nearly had the wind taken out of him when Russel gave him a tight bear hug. 2D himself took a few moments for the information to register in his brain, but when it did a rush of joy spread through his veins.

"You mean...he's alright? He's not doing to die?" he choked out.

"With the way things are now, that is correct. Would you like to see him?" The doctor was barely able to finish his sentence and tell them the room number before he was shoved by three rushing bodies.

They entered slowly and silently when it appeared that Murdoc was sleeping. He was hooked up to a bunch of weird machines. 2D thought it looked like one of those cyborg movies. He couldn't help but grin at the idea.

"He's sleeping," Noodle said in a whisper. They all gathered around his bed and stared at down at him. He looked so calm and peaceful now. It was hard to imagine about the condition he had been in just an hour ago.

"Even in his sleep, he's still ugly," Russel said jokingly. They all laughed softly.

"Just because my eyes are closed doesn't mean I'm asleep and can't hear you. Idiot." The older man grumbled as he opened his eyes before making a motion to sit up. Noodle squealed and flopped into his chest.

"How are you feeling, Murdoc?" 2D said as he pulled up a chair to sit next to the bed. Murdoc was stroking Noodle's back, almost tenderly, until she pulled away and sat on 2D's knees.

"I'm alright. Still feel like shit though," he said with a sigh.

"What the hell happened?" Russel frowned. Murdoc told them the same story he had told Noodle, about the woman with the drugs. Russel just shook his head, commenting on how he should stop drugs altogether. 2D just pouted and at that moment wished he had the moral ability to hit girls. That one certainly deserved it.

They all just talked for about an hour about everything and yet nothing at all. They laughed together, which they all had missed. For the past several months tension was high at Kong Studios. Due to obvious events, they all had put up barriers between each other to prevent any major confrontations. There were still some things that they had to discuss together, but those things could wait for another day. Murdoc had been saved from death. They knew he had a lot to think about on his own.

"It's pretty late. We should be getting back and letting you rest," Russel said with a sigh.

Noodle had fallen asleep curled up to Murdoc's side. He could feel her soft breaths of the thin fabric of hospital robes the doctors had put him in, much to his disapproval. He absolutely hated the colour. He was thankful no one had said anything about them, otherwise he'd have to kill them all.

"Darling little thing she is, eh?" The bassist mused. Russel just smiled before gently picking her up him his arms.

2D opened his mouth to say something, but his he was too quiet for the others to hear at first.

"D, come on," Russel called from the doorway.

"I want to stay here," the singer said louder so he could be heard. It definitely wasn't a question. He'd already made up his mind. He was staying because he had to. He had to make sure that Murdoc would be alive tomorrow.

Russel glanced at Murdoc, who gave a twitch of a nod. He large man nodded back. "Alright, D. Me and Noodle will come back tomorrow. Take care."

They were alone now, for the first time since that...thing happened between them. They sat in silence for several minutes before either of them said a word.

"I'm really glad you're okay," 2D spoke. He was sitting in the chair next to bed still, but he was facing the far wall, parallel to where Murdoc was staring to.

"I swear, if I ever see that bitch again," Murdoc growled, but didn't much have the strength to be pissed off. He was too tired. Nearly dying several times in one night can do that to you.

"Murdoc?"

"Yeah?"

2D hesitated before crawling onto the small bed and curling up against him, just like Noodle had done. Just like with Noodle too, Murdoc raised a hand and stroked his back.

"2D, I'm going to say something that I'm only going to say once and never again." Murdoc closed his eyes in thought, trying to gather the words in his head. 2D lifted his head to look at Murdoc's face.

"This whole experience has made me realize something. You guys are my family and..."

"And?"

"It would be awful to lose you lot."

2D grinned. He knew exactly what Murdoc had wanted to say, though he knew he could never say it out loud. Even at a moment like this.

The singer snuggled into the older man's chest. "We love you too, Murdoc."

The bassist grinned. "Yeah, yeah. No need to get all emotional about it. Now get your face up here and kiss me." 2D happily complied.

The kiss was unlike any other they had previously shared. It was slow and almost loving, not the desperate lust-filled ones that 2D was used to, but yet they seemed just as forceful. Eventually, they had to pull away for air.

As they pulled apart, Murdoc roughly grabbed 2D's hips, which had moved to straddle the man's stomach as some point during the kiss, and pushed him down roughly on his crotch, which 2D found to be amazingly rock hard already.

"You know what I wasn't, don't you?" He grinned slyly. Suddenly he wasn't tired anymore.

"Murdoc, we can't!" he protested, though he loved the feeling and began unconsciously rocking his hips for friction.

"Why not?" Murdoc panted.

"Someone might come in and see!"

"So?"

"You shouldn't do this in your condition!"

"Pants. Off. NOW!" Murdoc growled. 2D gave an overdramatic sigh of defeat. He sat up and began taking off his own pants, which was a rather awkward task in the position he was in.

"Um...how are we gonna do this? With all those things hooked up to you, I don't think you can get up behind me." Murdoc rolled his eyes.

"We're not doing it that way, dullard. You're gonna ride me."

"What?" The singer's eyes opened wide. He blinked for a few moments and Murdoc rolled his eyes again before pointing to a small cupboard across the room.

"There are some lotions and lubrications in there. Go grab one," he ordered. 2D nodded and searched through said cupboard, coming back with one of the bottles. He squeezed a little into his hand, lifted Murdoc's hospital robes up to his waist and stroked him gently, covering the bassist's hard member with the cool lotion.

"Get on," Murdoc ordered again, but he let the singer prepare himself for few minutes first. 2D once again straddled the older man's hips and began pushing down. He squeezed his eyes shut and winced at the pain.

"Fuck yes..." Murdoc groaned, pushing the young man's hips down harder with his hands. He was taking is slow for the other's sake, though still was trying to get things going as fast as possible. He didn't want to wait.

2D's heart throbbed. One, because they were about to screw in a hospital room, and two, because this was a completely different position. Murdoc never wanted a different position. The fact that he was facing his lover made his heart throb even more. The bassist could easily have told him to face the other way, but he didn't. He let 2D face him. That in itself was a thing to celebrate.

He was finally in and just waiting to get used to the feeling. 2D was panting, yes closed in concentration, so he was startled when he felt a hand caress his cheek for a brief second. That was causes the last of his fragile mental control to break. Dear He felt like he would pass out any minute from the new pleasurable sensations. Everything felt a little different. He loved it so very much.

"Harder, Luv," Murdoc pulled his lover down to nibble his earlobe a little and to whisper into it. "Make me feel alive."

The younger man moaned and his hips began moving harder and faster. He worried slightly about the bed being able to hold out, but the thought quickly passed when Murdoc began kissing him.

"Murdoc, I don't think I'm going to last at all," 2D panted. Everything was just too overwhelming. Murdoc nodded in agreement and began thrusting his own hips upwards as best he could.

In a delicious, hot flash the singer came hard, biting his lip to keep from screaming too loud, his seed splashing onto the hospital robe and on the bassist's stomach and abdomen. Murdoc came a few moments later with a loud grunt.

As always they remained unmoving for several minutes before 2D had enough energy to pull away. He flopped next to his lover on the tiny bed and bathed in the afterglow of this special experience.

"Will...this be a one time thing?" 2D spoke softly, nearly purring as Murdoc's hand began stroking his back again.

"What, sex in a hospital bed?" Murdoc teased.

"No, I mean...getting to face you."

"We'll see," he offered. In his mind he had a wicked smile. He had much more planned after this.

Using the parts of the sheets that hung over the edges of the bed, 2D helped clean off the both of them and trying to make everything appear that they had not soiled the hospital property with bodily fluids. Once that was finished, the younger man settled himself in the chair to sleep. "Murdoc?" he said just before he could drift into dreamland.

"What now?" the bassist grunted. Now he as definitely too tired to be pissed.

"Pink is a nice colour on you," he said, referring to the hospital robes.

To be continued...