My Medicine | 2doc

fourteen | communication

Hmm

2-D opened the search engine on his phone. He cringed inwardly as he typed his query. Within less than a second, the results popped up. He scrolled down and skimmed through the websites.

I'm so stupid... I don't even understand myself anymore.

He tapped on a promising link. It lead to a quiz. 2-D visibly shook, nervous as to what the others might think of him. He quickly looked around, already knowing he was still alone in his room with the door closed.

I hate myself but ugh.

He quickly answered the questions, eager for the end result. It took a second to calculate his answers. He sat there, shaking, scared of what the internet would tell him.
The quiz revealed his result,

You're probably gay or bi (at least)

He scrolled further down.

Most of your answers fell under the gay category. Some fell under bi. You may-

Wait, what does 'bi' mean?

2-D closed the tab and entered his next query. Again, within less than a second, the results popped up. 2-D squinted at the definition.

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bi·sex·u·al
ˌbīˈsekSH(o͞o)əl/

adjective: bisexual
1. sexually attracted to both men and women.

noun: bisexual; plural noun: bisexuals
1. a person who is sexually attracted to both men and women.

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What? Does that mean I like Murdoc? Uhhh I don't think I like him...but I kinda do. I liked kissing him. It made me feel something. I don't want to, tho. I bet he'll make fun of me if I do...

"Knock-knock! Faceache! I'm gonna slam the door open, so don't be naked, Noodle won't wanna see that! 3, 2-"

2-D threw his phone across the room and got up to answer the door.

"1!"

Murdoc threw the door open with full force. The door collided with 2-D's face, resulting in him falling to the floor. He held his face, tears rolling down his cheeks, as he silently sobbed.

"What the fuck? Why the hell were you standing there?! "

2-D didn't respond.

Never mind. I hate him.

Murdoc knelt down next to the singer and removed his hands. They revealed a rubicund face. Blood drew from his left nostril. 2-D's silent sobs turned into messy sniffs, gasps for air, and small squeaks. "I, uh, I'll be back," Murdoc swiftly left the room.

2-D carefully sat up. The pain slowly decreased until it was only his nose stinging.

"Hey I'm sorry, here," Murdoc threw a toilet paper roll at the singer's lap. 2-D gave him a confused look. Murdoc pointed to his nose to indicate that there was blood. 2-D slowly took a piece and cleaned up the red liquid. He looked at Murdoc when he was done.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to go out to the store with me to get some shit, although I don't think you're in the right shape,"

"Uh, I'll go, I'm fine," 2-D sniffed.

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2-D got up to dress. He wore a beige and brown striped long sleeve with ripped jeans. The jeans were ripped due to wear and tear, not ridiculous fashion trends. He put on some busted converse before racing downstairs to see Murdoc waiting.