Will I?
I am not Jonathan Larson, may he rest in peace.
Summary: What if they didn't find Mimi on that fateful Christmas Eve?
AN: I just finished Baggage (Does Little Happy Dance) it was the first story I ever really finished! I needed to keep writing. And yes, I do tend to kill a lot of people.
Will I Lose My Dignity?
Will Someone Care?
Will I Wake Tomorrow From This Nightmare?
Will I?
She laid her head back on the hospital pillow. Grace had saved her many times before, but not this time. This time she was on her own.
Those three questions had all been answered at once. She had lost her dignity, needing strangers to take care of her. Then they would whisper in the hallway about the poor girl in room 211, how young she was, how alone she was.
Though the doctors acted as if they cared but she knew she was just another patient. One of the many in this and other hospitals, and one of many that was dieing.
Every night she hoped and prayed that she would wake up. Every morning the nightmare continued. It just kept getting worse and worse.
She was alone now. She was admitted to the hospital two weeks ago; near death she saw the light. The doctors prevented her from reaching it. A young doctor had been keeping her from being sent out on the streets though. He was about the same age as Roger, but younger in different way. If she had her way she wouldn't be here, but this guy wouldn't let her leave.
She knew it was her fault, she hadn't taken her AZT in a long time, that Christmas Morning a young couple found her on the sidewalk, too weak to even reach a park bench. How often she had cursed herself for not reaching that bench. Had she made it she would have been allowed to die in peace. Instead she was admitted to the hospital, and brought back to life.
Some life she was given, she took medicine, slept, ate, and took more medicine. They had asked for emergency contact info, she couldn't bring herself to give it. Everyday the young doctor came in, everyday he asked for info, promising her release if he got it. She had been there long enough, today she would give Benny's name, and today she was leaving.
As he came in she started to try and sit up. He rushed over and helped her. Smiling she said his name.
"Benjamin Coffman the Third"
"I'm sorry?"
"Call Benjamin Coffman the Third."
"Thank You." He wrote that down and started the routine he did every morning checking her vitals and such.
"Can I leave?" He looked up in surprise, like she was crazy.
"I'm sorry, not until I get a hold of him. Do you have his phone number? It would speed things up."
Laying back down she shook her head. No she didn't. She wouldn't help him find them. She knew they all would come, once he called.
"Are you going to call? Or is a nurse?"
"I can. Do you want me to?"
She nodded, "And tell him not to bring the others, please don't even tell the others."
With a confused look he nodded and wrote it down so he could remember it.
ps. the reason baggage isn't all on here is that my 3 1/2" hates me.
