2D sat quietly in the hospital chair, fidgeting relentlessly with his long fingers. He was nervous; more nervous than usual. How could he have let this happen? This just wasn't fair! It should've been him. He did this, and it should've been him who went first.

"D, you okay?" A deep voice asked beside him.

His eyes moved in the direction of the inquiry before responding, "I'm scared, Russ…"

---Three years earlier---

"Bloody fuckin' Christ! Wot the hell is that?" Murdoc shouted as he ran into the kitchen.

"Wot?" 2D's innocent voice questioned as he stood over the waffle maker, which was damaged beyond apparent repair.

"What the hell did you do to it?"

"I'm making waffles!" He stated in a rather proud manner.

"Sweet Satan, Dullard. Look it this…oh shit…"

Murdoc pushed the blue haired dream-boat aside and pulled the plug on the breakfast maker, attempting to stop the madness before the smoke detector went off. He sighed and began to spit out a stream of foul curses as he started to scrape the charred, black and pathetic excuses for waffles into the trash.

"Look it D…c'mere, look…"

2D was frightened to get near him, but his voice didn't sound as threatening as usual, so he decided to comply with his friend's rather repetitive demands.

"Wot issit?"

"Look, see on the breakfast box here…for the waffle maker?"

"Yeah…?"

"See this?" He inquired further as he pointed to a small section with a bunch of tiny printed letters.

"Yeah?"

"This is instructions on how to use the machine, Brain-ache. Read 'em next time, got it?"

2D nodded, completely oblivious to the hostility in Murdoc's voice, which caused the bassist to sigh in irritation and put the box aside.

"Here, I'll make us some decent breakfast."

"Hey! What is that god-awful stench?" Russel declared as he entered the kitchen with Noodle tagging close behind.

"Murdoc try to make breakfast cakes," Noodle giggled.

"No, no…you see…No. The dumb-fuck sitting at the table is the one who royally destroyed a perfectly decent waffle."

"Don't use that language around her, Muds."

Murdoc sneered, but complied. He had no desire to corrupt Noodle, despite how much he wanted everyone else to think he did.

"I jus' wanted to make a right nice treat for everyone," 2D sighed, disappointed, before setting his lovely face in his hands.

"It's ok. Murdoc will make nice cakes for us."

"They're not cakes, Love," Murdoc laughed, "They're waffles."

"Not cakes? But I thought we were making breakfast cakes?"

"No, those are pancakes," Russel explained, "These are waffles and they're much tastier."

"Tastier than breakfast cakes? Hmmm…" she looked rather doubtful, but was willing and raring to give it a shot anyway.

"Yeah, Russ would know. He's eaten just about everything under the sun," Murdoc chuckled.

"Shut your corn-muffin ass up," Russel commanded, irritated with the implication towards his obesity.

"Oooh, yes…corn muffins are quite lovely!" 2D chirped, clearly not aware of what was going on.

Everyone just sort of looked at him, irritated.

"Wot? I thought we was talkin' 'bout food, yeh?"

"Jesus Christ…look, here are your waffles," Murdoc muttered before bringing everyone over a plate. He hadn't made enough for him, since he wasn't feeling all that hungry. Russel noticed this.

"Aren't you gonna eat, Dog?"

"First off, don't refer to me as 'dog'. It's Murdoc, got it? Second, I'm not hungry."

"Whatever. You should eat. You haven't been eating much lately."

It was true, he hadn't been. He hadn't been feeling all that good, though. He was starting to wonder if he should go and have a visit with the ol' doctor. That thought really didn't appeal to him, though, so he'd been avoiding it for quite some time.

"Ye…I'm, uh…tryin' ta lose some weight, that's all."

"You? You don' need to. What you need to do is a little weight training. That's just gravity wearing you down, my friend."

Murdoc shut his eyes, trying to control his anger. Russel was a bumbling idiot as far as he was concerned, but he really wasn't feeling up to a fight.

"Ye, whatever. Lookit here, I'm gonna go an' git some rest, kay? I'll see you all later."

Russel just shrugged and returned to his food as Murdoc left Kong, heading for the Winnebago. 2D shoveled some of his waffle down but was pretty consumed with questions about Murdoc. What did he suppose was wrong with him? Maybe he was sick. Perhaps he should find him a present or something to make him feel better. Yes. That was it. He would find something to make his old friend feel a bit above the weather.

----AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, what did you guys think? It's been a while since I've posted anything on here, and it's been even longer since I've written a Gorillaz story. But I've been getting rather into Blur lately and that just led me back to the Gorillaz, so the inspiration was rekindled. Please leave me some reviews! Love y'all!---Stalkerdex