My Medicine | 2doc

three | bittersweet

"I'll stay in the band if you sod off." 2-D croaked. He knew he was lying. The second Murdoc releases his grip, 2-D thought, I'm making a run for it. Murdoc reluctantly let go of the boy under him and got up.

Just as the boy tried to escape, an all too familiar hand took his. Originally, Murdoc was aiming to grab his wrist but 2-D had managed to slip out of that and into his hand. Annoyed, he yanked his arm away. Due to 2-D's lack of strength, this didn't loosen Murdoc's grip.

"You said you'd stay. What is this you're doing, hmm?"

2-D knew he was helpless. And with that, he gave up.

"Fine." The blue haired boy grumbled and returned to his usual melancholic slouch. Seeming pleased, Murdoc whistled, pat 2-D' s spikey hair, and mumbled a "Good boy" before leaving the room. After the mornings events, 2-D thought it was best not to leave his room.

2-D napped the rest of the day away. Completely ignoring the rest of the group again. It wasn't narcissism. It was isolation.

9:00 pm

Murdoc, Russel, and Noodle sat in the living room. Noodle had chosen a Studio Ghibli film to watch. They were all cuddled up together on the couch, a giant blanket surrounding them. It was about half way through the film when Russel asked, "Why do you hurt the boy so often?" It was obviously directed towards Murdoc.

"Why do you ask?" Murdoc grumbled.

"Y'all are never getting along. What's he done to you?" The bigger man huffed.

At that moment, for the first time it seems, Murdoc took a second to consider why he abused 2-D.

I don't remember him doing anything wrong, really. What if it's just me being a dick? I'm always a dick but... fuck, he's such a fragile person. Is that why he doesn't even speak to us most of the time? He's scared of me? Pfft he's taller than me. He has no reason to be scared. On second thought, he doesn't seem narcissistic. Whenever we practice he shys away from showing off his beautiful voice. Is he actually scared of me? I think I fucked up too much this time.

"I don't know... I think it's just.. I'm a dick wad." The man's eyes darted to the ground

What is this feeling? Is it guilt? Damn this is why people hate doing things wrong, huh?

"You should be nicer to him, Murdoc" Noodle chimed in. The room fell silent, the only noise being that of the film. A hushed piano song was playing as it seemed the characters had fallen asleep. Murdoc was truly sorry. It wasn't like him. He didn't like this new mushy emotional Murdoc. Only one way to fix that, alcohol, of course.

Murdoc left the room, not bothering to alert the others of his exit. His feet carried him to the kitchen, passing random rubbish scattered along the floor. The action had become autonomous. He didn't even have to think. His body knew he needed beer and didn't hesitate to fulfill the need.

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An hour had passed and the weary bandmates had decided to hit the hay. Although it seemed everyone in Kong had fallen asleep, two remained fully awake. Murdoc and 2-D. Murdoc being in the kitchen and 2-D still in his room; both not knowing of the others' state.

Upstairs, 2-D was up by his door, his ear pressed against the worn wood. He was trying to hear if everyone had gone to sleep. The television isn't on. I don't hear any movement. I think it's safe, he thought.

Slowly, the boy turned the nob and slowly made his way to the kitchen, watching for the creaky steps. A low grumble came from his stomach. Recalling the day's events, 2-D only ate a singular waffle the whole day. He was starving.