Author's Note: So, I began writing this fanfiction a few years ago. If this gets reviews and such, I will continue writing (maybe even with scheduled updates!). If not, I will consider continuing. This is my first fanfic, so I'd love comments/ constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy reading my story! =]
Mimi's POV
Nearly a year has passed since "That Christmas Eve." Although my health has gotten a lot better, Roger was still very over-protective of me. Unfortunately, as I gradually got better, Roger had gotten worse. Because his immune system was down, every little thing got to him. To tell the truth, he looked terrible. He was becoming quite pale, large bags had formed under his eyes, and he seemed to be growing thinner by the day. On top of that, Roger had slowly been losing his personality. His deep green eyes had now faded to a tired dark green. His goofy smile that I had loved so much was now rarely seen on his face; when he did smile it was obviously forced, but we couldn't blame him. While waiting for a miraculous recovery everything was forced: forced smiles, forced laughs, forced conversations, and forced to carry on. Though everything was falling apart, we all knew we had to keep going.
Although we were all trying our best to earn money, the idea of scraping together enough money for a hospital room seemed impossible. The Food Emporium had assumedly caught on to Collins' ATM scam, seeing as how the machine was now under strict surveillance at all hours of the day. Roger, being his stubborn self, refused Benny's offers to help out with the costs. We were all sick of waiting for an answer, but what else could we do?