#25 with 2-D?
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25: “What happened to your arm?”
It had happened when they were playing DARE. You were jumping like crazy with your friends and had suddenly slipped on the floor in a spilled drink, causing you to fall down and brace yourself with your arm. It had hurt like hell but it had been too much of an experience for you to think of it, the adrenaline from seeing Gorillaz live completely made you ignore it.
You had decided to camp outside of the fence between the tour busses and the back entrance of the building. It meant that there were a huge chance that you’d get to meet them all, and your hopes were high even after hours. People had gone home and only approximately ten to fifteen people were left. It was less intimidating for them, and as they finally excited, all of you started screaming and calling out for them. You felt your arm hurting as you pushed yourself through the crowd to the fence. They were taking pictures, a bodyguard letting people in one by one.
You looked down at your arm as you waited, finally having calmed down a little and finally realised something was terribly wrong. It looked wonky and slightly out of place. Looking up, you found yourself staring at 2D and your heart rate increased again. He smiled as you were being let in, “‘Ello, care for a picture?”
You felt dizzy already, the arm making it ten times worse but you nodded. The band gathered behind you and started posing, exchanging a few word with you but 2D was clearly the one who was most eager to talk to crazy fans. He grabbed your phone after to look through the photos, suddenly gasping at the sight of your arm on the pictures.
“Jeez, are you alright?” He turned to face you and looked down at your arm, “What happened to your arm?”
You smiled almost apologetically, “I fell during the concert, my arm got hit as I fell right onto the floor.” 2D raised his brows, looking back at their bodyguards to signal them to close off. Several deep sighs were heard as you were suddenly being lead into the bus by 2D. It was absolutely surreal that this was happening and Murdoc clearly wasn’t happy about it.
“What they hell are you doing, letting fans in? We talked about this,” he spluttered, “You say it if you’re fucking someone. We can’t exactly leave!”
2D narrowed his eyes, “Shut it, you old tosser. Look, we need to get them to the hospital!” He pointed to your arm.
“Oh damn,” Russel rumbled from the back of the buss, Noodle looking curiously at the three of you, “Maybe a taxi?”
“Well I’m staying here!” Murdoc grumbled, walking to open the minibar, “My good looks need sleep. You go off with whatever their name is, I’m not the one in need for a shagging.”
You laughed quietly, blushing at that comment but winced again. 2D turned to you, “Let’s go then, the others can sleep or whatever they want. Murdoc probably needs days of beauty sleep if he wants to save tha’ face, eh?”
Murdoc threw a can of beer after him and 2D yelped, “I heard that, you brainache.”
After several hours in the emergency room, and being obviously chatted up by 2D, you finally got examined, finding out you had a broken wrist. You were put in a cast and were practically fed with painkillers.
2D met you in the waiting room again, “Hey, how was it?”
You lifted your arm to show him and he grimaced, “Oh shit, I’m sorry, you know I am. Maybe we should play such good music, huh?”
“Or maybe you could just sign it as the first person,” you replied with a grin, holding up a pen you had nicked. He laughed quietly, writing his autograph and his number.
“There you are, now… where should I drop you off?”