AN: this came to me while listening to finale A on the OBCR. I have never seen the play. This is the image that appeared in my mind while listening to the OBCR. First Chapter is Maureen and Joanne
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT. Nor anything for that matter.
Hello Disease
"Joanne I swear! It was just a drink," Maureen whined. She was, yet again, trying to cover for herself. It was Christmas Eve and the two were walking through Tompkins Square Park to get home. Joanne caught Maureen being; well, friendly to a waitress at the Life." We were just celebrating Christmas that's a-" She suddenly stopped. A young woman was huddled up on a bench. "Is that... oh my god! Mimi!"
The couple ran over to her. Joanne took off her coat and wrapped it around her. Maureen picked her up and cradled her.
"She's freezing," Maureen pointed out.
"She's been off of her meds," Joanne commented.
"I've been...on the street," Mimi whispered.
"I think she caught a fever," Maureen was getting concerned.
"She needs to get to a clinic." Joanne offered.
"NO! Take me to the loft! I want to see Roger. No! No no no!" Mimi screamed. She was wailing and pleading.
"Okay, let's go then." The couple lifted Mimi and carried her to Mark and Roger's loft.
"Mark! Roger! Anyone! HELP!" Maureen shouted from the bottom of the stairwell.
"Maureen?" Mark had come to the banister outside the loft and was followed by Collins and Roger.
"It's Mimi! I can't get her up the stairs!"
"No!" Roger shouted. He dashed down the stairs to help.
"She was huddled in the park, in the dark. And she was freezing, and begged to come here." Maureen explained.
"Over here, oh god." Roger led them over to their makeshift sofa. It was tattered and old and smelled foul, but it would have to do.
"Got a light? I know you. You're shivering," Mimi stuttered. She was shaking violently
"She's been living on the street," Joanne said to no one in particular.
"We need some heat," Roger said to Mark. It was a half command.
"We could buy some wood, and something to eat." Mark feebly offered.
"I'm afraid she needs more than heat," Collins regretfully informed them.
"I heard that," Mimi muttered.
Maureen caressed Mimi's cheek. "Collins will call for a doctor honey."
"Don't waste your money on me, me, me," Mimi was faltering. She needed help fast.
"Hello? 911? I'm on hold!" Collins shouted out of frustration. Joanne was rushing around the loft looking for medicine or blankets or anything that could help Mimi. Maureen, knowing this apartment like the back of her hand, went to go help.
"Cold! Cold! Would you light my candle?" Mimi asked Roger.
"Yes we'll...oh god... Find a candle." Roger said. Candles. That's what we need. Where are the damn candles? Joanne thought frantically. Everyone was trying to help in some way.
"I should tell yo..." Mimi whispered. She lost consciousness.
"Who do you think you are? Leaving me alone with my guitar. Hold on there's something you should hear. It isn't much, but it took all year.
Your Eyes How'd I Let You Slip
Away When I Looked
Into Your Eyes I Should Tell You
I Should Tell You
As We Said Our Goodbyes
Can't Get Them Out Of My
Mind
And I Find I Can't Hide From
Your Eyes
The Ones That
Took Me By Surprise
The Night You Came Into My Life
Where
There's Moonlight
I See Your Eyes
When I'm Longing So To Hold You
Now I'd Die For One More
Day
'Cause There's Something I Should
Have Told You
Yes
There's Something I Should Have
Told You
Why Does Distance Make Us Wise?
You Were The
Song All Along
And Before The Song Dies
I Have Always Loved You
You Can See It In
My Eyes
Mimi!" Roger wept over her dead body. All was silent among this family. Then...
"I jumped over the moon! A leap of- mooooooooooooo!" Mimi suddenly yelled.
"She's back!" Joanne shouted.
"I was in a tunnel. Headed for this warm, white light," Mimi explained.
"Oh my gawd," Maureen whispered.
"And I swear, Angel was there," She looked around," And she loooked good," she added looking at Collins. He smiled. "She said, 'Turn around girlfriend and listen to that boy's song."
"She's drenched," Roger stated as he wiped her forehead.
"Her fever's breaking," Maureen said, relieved that Mimi was back.
"There is no future. There is no past," Mark muttered.
"Thank god this moment's not the last," Roger replied.
AN: I hope you enjoyed it. R&R. The next chapter will be the same period of time, only from Roger's POV. It should be more in-depth and deep.