OC random writes

the Sick Singer (Gorillaz)

(2D pov)

I watched as Riv clumsily fiddled with restringing the broken string on her bass. She had been off all morning, instead of her usual hyperactive behavior, she was more or less half awake, quiet and irritable. She sniffed loudly, and it sounded like a resounding snore in the recording room. I walked over to Murdoc, who was re-tuning his bass, grumbling angrily and cussing at it in a low voice.

"H-hey mu'doc?" I tapped his shoulder. He whirled around to me with his usual sneer. "Whaddya want faceache? Can't you see I am busy?" He said, his eyes were dark as he looked at me. "W-well I'm wondering, Rivera seems out of place, shouldn't we hold off her song until she picks herself off the rocks?" I asked, tapping my foot.

For the first time since this morning, Riv spoke, her voice was a nasally, scratchy mess. "I'm fine, luv. Just tired." She finished off with a short burst of rapid sneezes and a coughing fit. "I think you're sick." Cloud, Rivera's sister, said. She felt Riv's head and furrowed her brow. "Yeah, she's got a hell of a fever. Murdoc can you please hold off for a couple days?" Cloud said. Riv opened her mouth to protest, but was cut off by Murdoc.

He put a finger over her lips and shook his head. "You're obviously in a bad place. You gotta rest your voice." He said, gruffly. "But what about the-" Murdoc covered Riviera's mouth with his hand, I visibly cringed but changed my expression. "I'll stay with yew an' keep an eye on yew, okay?" I patted her back, she looked up at me with a small smirk. "What eyes, bucko?" She chuckled. She sneezed again, prompting me to take her hand and look her in the eyes.

"Mah dents then. Let's go to yewr room, kay luv?" She yawned and nodded, leaving the recording room, and proceeding slowly up the stairs that led to her ladder. "Yew shore yew're foine?" I said, following behind her. She let out a massive yawn that made her eyes water. "Yea, I'm fine." She said, scaling the ladder that led to her rooftop room. "Why don't yew get sum rest an' I'll make yew some soup?" I said, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck. "Thanks, Stu. If I'm sleeping by time you finish set it on my dresser. If you want you can use my TV." She said, getting on her bunk and rolling herself up in a blanket cocoon. I chuckled, finding that adorable.

"Al'oit luv, be roight back." I said, scaling the ladder and running downstairs to the kitchen. I opened the cupboard and grabbed a cam of tomato soup and a pot out of the other cupboard below. I remember her telling me she hates chicken noodle soup, so I decided tomato soup would be better. I let the soup simmer on the stove, texting her brother, who was asking about how her album was going.      I heard the timer go off as I poured the hot soup into a bowl for her and wrapping it in foil, so I wouldn't spill it going up the ladder. By time I entered the room again, I heard her watery snoring.

I sat down the soup, concerned she was drowning in her own snot or spit, I grabbed a pillow, gently lifted her head, and put it under her head. Her breathing got better after, thankfully. I pulled up a beanbag next to her bed and sat down, turning on the Television like she said I could. I watched a little bit of a zombie film before she woke again.

"Hoiya" she sniffed groggily and sat up. "Hey sleepin' beauty. I got sum ov yewr medicine from the cabinet, you have to take some." I said, grabbing the spoon and bottle. "Oh boy, medicated shoe polish!" She said sarcastically. I laughed and shook my head. "Yewr a case, luv" I said, spoon feeding her the medicine. She cringed and stuck her tongue out. "Bleh. Gross" she said, taking her bowl of soup.

She chuckled when she opened it. "You remembered." She said, looking at me and nodding. "Yea, ov couse I did, luv" I said, putting my head in my arms, resting halfway on her bed, looking up at her. "If you wanna lay with me you can, I'm sure it's just a head cold, anything other than this is a fuck show for me an everyone."  She smiled. I hesitated for a moment before I crawled up next to her and held my legs to my chest as the clank of her spoon on the bowl and the screams on the TV were the only sounds heard.

"Is this Evil Dead?" She said finally breaking the silence. "Yea!" I smiled. "Tch, your smile is cute" she said, biting her lip. "Heh, yew looked pretty cute corled up loike that." I smiled. "She chuckled. "A whole ass Caterpillar." We both laughed. Eventually we started falling asleep, I was just as tired as her.

"Hey stu?" She asked, her eyes half lidded. "Yes, luv?" I asked, putting my arms around her shoulders. "Love ya." She yawned before falling asleep. I kissed her forehead. "I love yew tew". And I fell asleep too.

(A/N: hey, I'm actually sick irl with Hay fever [eff my weak immune system] but I thought of this randomly while not being able to sleep because my throat hurts so bad. [Can't speak!] So here is a fluffy story for you.)