"Collins honey, are you there?" Angel walked through the door to her and Collins' apartment. They had been living together for 3 months now.
"Collins?" Angel was walking through the rooms of her apartment looking for him.
First the lounge room, the kitchen, back through the lounge room to the bathroom, then finally the bedroom. She found Collins there, lying still on the floor.
"Collins?" She said franticly. "Collins? Are you OK? Collins?" She kneeled beside him. She checked his pulse, he still had one, he was breathing.
Angel got up get the phone to call the ambulance. She reached out her left hand. It was covered in blood. She ran back in the room. Blood was slowly pooling around Collins' body.
Scene Change!!!
Mimi Rushed through the hospital doors, eyes searching frantically for Angel. Then, through the glass door, she saw her. Curled up in a chair in the waiting room. Angel was still wearing her drumming clothes, only now, they were soaked with blood.
"ANGEL!" Mimi yelled, barrelling towards her friend. "Angelareyoualrightwhathappenedisheinsurgery?" Mimi said, her words gushing out.
"Mimi, slow down, I cant understand you." Angel said, her breathing uneven and her voice cracking several times.
"OH. MY. GOD. I was so worried about you Ange, I thought you might've been hurt or something, you, you said you were at the hospital and I, I panicked, so I came as fast as I could. But, anyway, are you alright?"
"Yes." Her reply was flat.
"What happened?"
"Someone broke in, they stole some stuff and, they… they stabbed Collins and ran."
"Is he in surgery?"
"Yes" Flat, again.
"Will he be OK?"
"The doctors say… he may never be able to "Angel paused only to stop herself from crying."… to walk again, I shouldn't loose hope though, nothing is definite." Her voice was low, almost a whisper.
"Are you sure your alright?" Mimi asked concerned. "Do you need anything?"
"I… I'm… no." Angel muffled a sob. "No I don't need anything. I'm… I will be fine I just need some rest." Angel forced a shaky yawn.
"Okay… if your sure..."
"I am." Angel answered just a little too quickly.
Angel put her head down and pretended to sleep until a man in blue hospital scrubs came out and asked:
"Who's here for… Thomas Collins?"
Angel jumped and half ran to the man Mimi assumed to be a doctor.
"I am."
Well, there has been some complications…"
Was all Angel heard him say before she blacked out.
Scene Change!!!
When Angel woke up she was lying in a reclining chair next to Collins' bed. She turned her head to see him.
"Collins?" Angel mumbled through her headache.
She slowly sat, then stood up. When she was on her feet she unsteadily made her way over to Collins.
Meanwhile…
"HEY!" Maureen shouted. "I. Do. Not. Like being called dumb!"
"Honeybear… I wasn't calling you dumb, we already went through this. Its just you wouldn't understand. It's very complex and-"
"I know, I know, very complex, all to do with legal stuff I didn't and probably never will study. I just thought, since it's bothering you, you might wanna tell me. I don't have to understand to listen. You listen to me bitch all the time. I just wanted to help, but obviously, I can't even do that right." A tear rolled silently down Maureen's cheek and she wiped it away.
Maureen had been in a bad mood ever since last month, after one of Mimi's party. Joanne wasn't able to come so Maureen was, alone, again, at a party.
Flashback…
Maureen walked into the party, in a bad mood, because she was had to come to this thing by herself. A few drinks later she was feeling a little tipsy. A guy came up and started flirting with her. He was nice, She flirted back.
End Of Flashback…
That's all Maureen could remember, that worried her.
One month passed. Maureen got snappier and crankier. She threw up in the mornings and started putting on weight… (AN/ Yep you guessed it…)
"Pookie…" Maureen whined. "I do not need to be here. I am perfectly fine."
"Honeybear…" Joanne mocked Maureen, pretending to whine. "Yes you do. And yo aren't fine, you throw up every morning-"
"Not ever morning!"
"Pretty damn close!"
"Look, Pookie, lets not fight here. I will see the frigging doctor if you insist I do."
"I insist!"
Scene Change…
"I'M WHAT????!!!!!" Maureen shouted.
"Pregnant. The blood test we gave you on your last visit, says you are pregnant. Congratulations."
"Hold on…" Joanne said. "For her to be pregnant, she would've had to have unprotected-"
"Sex, yes." The doctor interrupted.
"Has she caught anything else?"
"You cant "catch" pregnancy. And no, she doesn't have, Chlamydia, Gonorrhoea, HIV/AIDS, HPV, Syphilis or Trichomoniasis or any other STD."
"Okay… good." Maureen replied. "I just got a thing growing inside me for what? Like, nine months? Great"
"Okay… well, if you have no more questions… I have other patients to see to. I will get in touch with the hospital and they will contact you with additional information, appointment times, things like that. OK?"
"Ok, but…" Maureen was about to ask a question when they were whisked out and the next patient entered.
"So…what are we, umm, sorry, I mean you going to do. This is my problem. I can deal with or with out you, but I would rather you stay…"
"Honeybear… I love you, I will stay with you. You can't do this alone, you know you can't."
"I could too."
"Look, Honeybear, what we need to do right now is have a sensible talk, a quiet, talk, not argument."
To this Maureen said nothing.
Meanwhile…
Roger was out with Mimi, so Mark was left in his apartment alone, Mark was looking over the days footage when suddenly.
THUMP!
A window slammed shut.
"What the…?" Mark muttered to himself as he turned to investigate. A tall woman, stood behind him and raised, her hand and with it a knife.