I'm Fine

Roger's eyes slowly opened. He saw Mimi's sleeping form next to him. he leaned over and kissed her cheek softly. Roger was about to go back to sleep when he heard a noise coming from the other room. The rocker rolled out of bed and decided to investigate. When he opened the bedroom door, Mimi stirred but didn't wake up.

Roger carefully approached the bathroom. He found Mark clinging to the toilet, vomiting violently. Roger sat on the edge of the bathtub next to Mark.

"Are you okay?" he asked. God, what kind of question was that!? Of course he wasn't okay! Mark nodded feebly.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Like hell you are! Come on, what's wrong?" mark leaned against the sink. Roger softened his tone. "What's wrong, Mark?"

"I said I'm fine!" Mark snapped. Roger stood up. he wanted to help Mark, but it was early, and Mark didn't want his help.

When Roger crawled back in bed, Mimi slid over and rested her head on his bare chest. Roger wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. They could both still hear Mark getting sick.

"What's wrong with Mark?" Mimi asked sleepily.

"He won't tell me." Mimi suddenly sat up. "Wait, where are you going?"
"To go check on Mark. I don't care what he told you, but I'm going to find out what's up with him." Roger sighed. He knew that he should go instead of Mimi, but something told him that she'd take care of Mark.

Mimi cautiously pushed open the bathroom door. She found Mark in the same position that Roger had left him in.

"Mark?" she asked quietly. Mark's head whipped around. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine. Sorry I woke you." Mimi sat cross-legged on the floor next to Mark and rubbed his back comfortingly.

"It's fine. I don't mind. Now, what's wrong?" Mark shook his head.

"It's nothing. Probably something I ate." Mimi smiled ever so slightly.

"Then why didn't you just say that in the first place!?" a blush crept across Mark's face as he shrugged.

"I guess I didn't want people to make a big deal about it. It's not like I'm dying." Mimi's face fell. Mark realized what he had said. "Oh Meems, I didn't mean it like that." Mimi shook her head.

"It's fine, I'm cool with the fact that I'm living on bought time. As for you, Mr. Cohen, you're so busy worrying about us and our damn AZT that you never worry about yourself. That's why we have to worry about you." Mimi got up and handed Mark the bottle of mouthwash from the counter. "Now, you should get some rest."

"Yes Mom." Mimi stuck her tongue out like any mature person would do.

After Mimi got Mark settled in bed, she went back to bed herself. She curled up next to Roger with her head on his shoulder.

"Is Mark okay?" Roger asked without opening his eyes. Mimi draped her arm over the rocker's thin waist.

"Yeah, he's fine."

The End