Saving Me (A 2doc Fanfic)

4) Can I?

"What you been up to man?" No response, that was wierd; Murdoc usually bit back with an insult or a sly remark but he just stood there hypnotized by the water.

"Ok then, crackerass." He mumbled under his breath and fixed himself some food. Peanut butter on toast and coffee, one sugar, no creamer to be exact.

He sat down the furthest from Murdoc, probably the safest but the man knew better not to mess with Russel so he was good wherever he sat, but being the furthest you can watch everything go down.

Noodle came down the stairs in an elegant stride and darted her eyes between Murdoc and him. Russel just shrugged. She tipped toed around him making her own breakfast and sat near Russel. "What's he on now?" She whispered. "No idea, just been sitting there for the past fifteen minutes." He whispered back. Murdoc suddenly pulled his hands out the sink, turned the knobs off and placed his fingers on the edge. His eyebrows looked fused together as he turned his head to them.
"If you've been doing something bad for a long time and want to change it how do you do it?" He asked his voice low and crackly like he hadn't used it in years.

Noodle gave a little smile, uncertain of the situation undoubtedly. "I actually don't know Mudz, what about you are you trying to change?"
"Everything. " Murdoc replied vaguely, turning to go towards the livingroom as he did.

Once the word left his mouth 2d rounded the corner and both men tensed up at the sight of each other. 2d stared at him as he made his way to the kettle and started making tea. Murdoc just froze up.

Noodle and Russel silently watched this, Murdoc still frigid as a rabid dog strode past and into the living room which they also noticed was clean. Russel quirked an eyebrow and Noodle who nodded behind her cup.
Something was definitely up.

2d plopped down at the table and sighed almost dramatically. He instantly winced in pain Noodle knew he probably didn't sleep last night and was facing the consequences of a migraine. She rubbed his arm soothingly. "What meds 2d? I'll get it for you."
"Painkillers. I need to refill them today." Noodle sighed. He just got them refilled they probably wouldn't be able to get a refill for another two weeks! And she nor Russel would be there,  they had record deals to sign and bills to pay. Murdoc would have to do it. "Ok toochie." He smiled at the old nickname and clutched his head biting on his lip. It hurt so damn bad.
She quickly ran up the stairs.

2d began to shake and cry, Russel touched his shoulder trying to rub soothing circles. He let out a yelp of pain and Murdoc looked at him from behind the couch. Russel began to panic at bit due to 2d shaking violently. "Move. I'll take him to his room." Russel moved in mute amusement. What was this?

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Arms snaked around his midsection and he let them, he didn't know who it was he just knew they were trying to help. He was being lifted and he screwed his eyes shut trying not to whimper. He clasped his hands around a neck and put his head in the crook of it.

He felt like he was floating. He smelled crisp cologne, grapefruit wash, and a small hint of cigarettes. How could Noodle hold him, she was probably as strong as he? Then he realized Noodle didn't wear men's cologne or use fruit scented washes. Murdoc did.

But he couldn't do anything but be carried as each wave of pain crashed over him but try not to cry out. His pain scared everyone and he knew that and he didn't cry out because everytime he did it made the pain worse.

Underneath him was soft but firm, muscles hugged around him and he bounced softly as they ascended the steps. Then he was on clouds, soft and comfy but the air was a bit too cool.

Suddenly he was fighting. Clawing at the air as fingers tried to pry his mouth open he attempted to bite down and flung his eyes open. Murdoc sat in front of him, looked frustrated and trying to open his mouth. He just fought harder. "Dammit 2d! Open your mouth! I'm trying to help!" His fingers pried against his will and he gave up as more fingers shoved a pill in. The fingers released and Noodle came into view handing Murdoc a cup of water who pressed to his lips . 2d swallowed screwing up his face and pushing his hand away.

"What fuck Murdoc?!" 2d screeched.
" What do you mean? I'm just-"
"Get away from meh, Murdoc. Go!" He yelled. He was still pissed off and forcing pills down his throat wasn't going to fix it.
Murdoc backed away from the sudden shrillness in his voice. 2d winced, pain still pounding in his head like his skull was going to crack. He didn't leave just moved away as Noodle cuddled him for a minute then left.

He was asleep after a few minutes , Murdoc watched his chest rise and fall, his eyes move under his eyelids , the way his mouth was slightly parted and hair pressed to his head. On impulse he leaned over and brushed his hair back and left a small peck on his forehead. When he got up he almost swore he saw 2d smile in his sleep and clutch the pillow.

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It was 3 am again and 2d was awake. His head felt dull and foggy. He needed something to reactivate it and try to go back to sleep. He made his was downstairs and was assaulted by hard liquor. Surprisingly only two bottles of vodka and whiskey were open usually it was more than three open and laying around.
When Noodle was younger they'd keep her out of the living room until Murdoc rose from his drunken stupor, or if he had birds coming over to keep him out.

Murdoc sat on the couch, tv screen flickering across his face and his eyes looked glazed over. 2d almost thought he was dead until he sighed and took a sniff from the bottle closest to him.
2d silently made his way to the kitchen and opened the fridge and cases of beer stared back him. It was tempting. He grabbed one and made his way over to Murdoc.