Don't Count On It

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I waited around at home for a few hours for Murdoc to wake up. Surely, the doctor would have called by now. Something's wrong. I decided to head to the hospital. I nervously paced back and forth around his hospital room. The whole place reeked of bleach and it made my nerves a trillion times more uneasy. I was sure he was fine but a small part of me was freaking out. I sat down and rested my head on a small table. "Murdoc is fine." I kept repeating in my head. "He won't be fine" I thought. I let my anxiety get the best of me. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed.
"The fuck are you cryin' about, D?" Said that familiarly raspy voice. My head shot straight up.
"You're alive!" I ran over and carefully hugged Murdoc. He returned the hug, weakly.
"Course I'm alive. If I died, I'd drag you to hell with me." Murdoc smirked. Back to his old self I can see.
"I'd go to hell gladly if you're there." I smiled, shyly.
"Come here." Murdoc scooted over and I sat down in his hospital bed. He glanced down at his wrist. He poked at the IV and a little blood seeped out.
"Oh, gross." I winced. Murdoc laughed sadistically.
"Yeah. It's gonna hurt like a bitch when this gets taken out." Murdoc sighed and let his head fall back. He then turned his attention back to me. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" I asked, confusedly. It was odd to hear him apologize.
"Causing all this damn trouble. And for other shit, too but, that's a whole other apology. I'm sure you were really freaked out. You're kind of a spaz."
"What?! NO I'M NOT!...I'm not." I quieted down. "I'm not a spaz."
"Okay. Sure. Whatever." Murdoc put his arm around me. I leaned into him.
"I'm tired." I stated, sleepily.
"Join the club, kid." I kissed Murdoc's cheek. It was times like this that made me realize how much I loved him.
"When can you come home?" I asked with an innocent tone to my voice.
"Hopefully, tomorrow. This hospital is awful." He said as he glanced around the room.
"What's wrong with it?" I thought it was nice. I didn't understand why Murdoc didn't like it. Then, I remembered. Murdoc doesn't like nice things.
"The lights are really bright, the walls are white, the TV only gets three channels and I'm not allowed to smoke." Murdoc threw his arms up in frustration.
"Of course you're not allowed to fuckin' smoke. It's a hospital!" I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Hehe the nurse told me to get rid of it so I put it out on her." Murdoc laugh-grunted obnoxiously. "Ya know what? I wanna go home. Let's go." Murdoc ripped the IV out of his arm and jumped straight out of bed.
"Woah! Be careful!" I yelled with concern. Murdoc, of course, didn't listen. He quickly threw on the clothes I brought to the hospital and walked out of the room. He smoothly put on his leather jacket and stopped at a mirror in the hallway. Stopping at a mirror, he pulled out a flickcomb and ran it through his black hair.
"Ain't bad for just about dyin'." He flicked his tongue and winked. "Alright, let's head out!" Murdoc exclaimed. He got in the passenger side of the ol' stylo car and Murdoc was in a good mood the whole way home.

As soon as we got home, Murdoc dragged me down into the garage.
"Let's got for a ride!" Murdoc hopped on his motorcycle and quirkily put on his captain's hat.
"Mudz, you need to lie down." I hugged him.
"Listen. I almost died today. You have to let me live." His eyes got glossy and I felt a lump start to form in my throat. The thought of him dying just killed me. I got behind Murdoc on the motorcycle.
"Go fast, babe."