Rhinestone Eyes [2doc]

[five]

this is the chapter in which you get to know what's wrong with 2D, and i apologize in advance. i also apologize for the rest of the story, but good news: there's an epilogue. that's also the bad news. it will be long with half of it being flashbacks, the other half being a v sad part and a quick aftermath that will last two days in book time. so about six or so paragraphs

again, i sincerely apologize for whatever this book makes you feel

this is a bit cheesy, but that's how it's gonna be for the rest of this book until the last chapter and epilogue

murdoc has gone completely soft and actually a bit insane for some things but he means well

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December. It's late December - exactly one month since Stuart Pot, lead singer of Gorillaz, had been rushed to the hospital and found out exactly how sick he was.

Cancer, mixed with a slightly collapsed lung. 2D was sick, and there was no telling how long he had left. "Six and a half months, at the most," the doctor had said. That meant he wouldn't last past August of 2016. He would turn 38 years old and a few months later - that'd be it. Gone.

Murdoc couldn't believe it; he didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to believe that his singer, the one he'd been in love with for years, was going to die.

"You can't die. I won't let you. There... there has to be another way. Chemotherapy? Lung tran- do they even do lung transplants? Surgery? Something? Anything?" Murdoc tried to reason with an exhausted 2D, who was lying on the sofa under a thick blanket. "Muds, there's this fing called agony. People who undergo chemotherapy experience a feeling of sheer agony. They lose their hai' an' 'ave t' 'ave liquid pu' int' their body, 'opin' tha' it'll 'elp. I wan' t'stay away from tha' feeling. Surgery 'as a fifty percen' chance of workin'," he said, yawning.

"This has been happening since you got here. You've been like this for three years. Why did you never get it checked out?" Murdoc asked, sitting on the arm of the sofa. "I dunno. I guess I was jus'... procrastinating it. An' I didn' wan' anyone t'worry. I figured tha' I was jus' normal-sick, no' dying-sick."

Murdoc gasped. "You should've said something, love. You could survive. We could've had a future together. Now, I'll have a future, you just won't be a part of it," he said and left the room. A door being forced shut could be heard, then the sound of a bass being played.

Stuart stood up, exhaled, and walked up to Murdoc's room. He knocked on the door, sighing. "Muds, may I come in? I wanna talk to you," he said and the playing stopped. "Y-Yeah. It's unlocked."

2D opened the door and was surprised to see light. Murdoc was on his bed, El Diáblo next to him. Murdoc patted the spot on the bed next to him and 2D sat, laying his head on his shoulder. Murdoc's chest rose and fell as his body shook, indicating that he was crying. "Mu'doc, please stop crying. I know you're upse', bu' I'll star' crying if you keep crying."

Murdoc sniffed and put his arm around 2D almost protectively. "M'sorry - it's just that I can't imagine a world without you. You're my bluebird. My lovely, blue-haired, songbird. It's going to be pure hell not seeing your face every day or hearing your voice, whether you're singing or just speaking. I'm going to miss your blue hair and those dents in your face. I'm going to miss how tall you are compared to me. Yeah, sure, I can listen to old songs and interviews, but it won't be the same. It won't ever be the same," Murdoc said, more tears sliding down his cheeks.

"'ere, 'ow abou' this: I make a video - wif your 'elp, of course - an' you could watch i' whenever you're feeling sad. Okay?" 2D suggested and Murdoc nodded, kissing the top of his head. "I love you, you know that? I love you so, so much and nobody can tell me otherwise." 2D nodded, smiling.