When they entered the room, they didn't see Malcolm's face because he was holding a comic book.

"Hello, Mal." He lowered the book and smiled at them. Angus charged forward and hugged his brother as best he could.

"I missed you so much!" Angus snuggled into the crook of Malcolm's neck.

"Now I'm fine." The others stood next to his bed and looked at him cheerfully.

"Nice to have you back, Mal." Bon hugged him too.

"Thanks for carrying me, Bon."

"For my friend, I'll do anything."

"Where did you get the comic from, Mal?" Phil asked.

"Marlene...you don't know her. She's a little girl who came in here wanting an autograph on her cast. She gave me the comic so that I, I quote: don't get bored to death. She was pretty nice."

"Ang and I met her in the hall while we were waiting for you, Mal. She told us she likes you the most." Malcolm smiled. Then the nurse came in:

"I see you're awake, Mr Young. How are you?" Angus felt spoken to briefly, but his brain quickly realized that she was referring to his brother.

"Great. Can I go home?" Everyone started laughing.

"I'm afraid you can't. If so, then I have to call the doctor. Please wait."

"It's not like I can get away from here." The guitarist muttered. After a while the doctor came in.

"Ah. Hello Mr Young."

"Save your "Mr Young". When can I get out of here?" The others stifled a laugh.

"That depends entirely on you."

"Well great! I'll go today then." Malcolm sat up. Everything turned, which he would never tell them, however. His hand went to the infusions...

"Stop! Do you still have them all, Mr Young? You can't rip out the IVs!"

"Then do it. I really want to go home now." Bon turned around because he was laughing so hard his stomach hurt. The doctor carefully pulled them out.

"So, you and another relative have to sign here. Since you don't have any here, you will have to stay here." The doctor grinned slyly. But so did Malcolm. He signed and then said disinterestedly while looking elsewhere and making a snooty hand gesture:

"Angus." The curly head grinned dirtily. He picked up the pen and signed next to his brother's signature.

"Who are you?" Asked the doctor in surprise.

"Angus Young. Little brother of Malcolm Young. I guess we've got it all." The whole band grinned as they walked out. Only Angus stayed to help his brother with the clothes they had taken with them for him. When the two came out of the room, Malcolm was wearing his western boots, jeans and a white shirt. He was leaning on Angus because his stitches hurt badly, but he wanted out of here.

"Welcome back to the living, Mal! What's your first wish?" Cliff joked.

"Whiskey." The guitarist said without looking up.

"You just got out of the hospital and you want whiskey?" Phil hesitated.

"Well, beer is fine, too." Everyone laughed.

"Then off to the next bar." The group left the hospital laughing.

THE END;)

Thank you all for reading my story. It was a bit messed up, I know. But I hope, you still liked it:)