Disclaimer: I don't own Rent
April thought she was going to die of anxiety. She had an AIDS test a few days ago. How could she be so stupid. She was always doing drugs and shooting up. She should have known there would be consequences. What would she do if she did have AIDS? She would literally die.
Roger had been so supportive. He was always there to talk with her. He calmed her fears. She and Roger didn't have the perfect relationship and that's what made it perfect. They were a team. They solved things together. But this was a problem where there is no solution.
April glanced at the clock at the wall. It was seven o'clock at night. April remembered when she was little. She used to get time out sometimes and she actually loved it. She would calm herself down, sing songs to herself or maybe read a book. All too soon it would come to an end. She just wanted her test to come to an end.
Mark really pissed her off. He kept on pointing out that he 'told her to be safe' and 'tried to get her to quit the drugs.' She messed up. She knew she messed up. She didn't need to be lectured on it. Still she knew Mark loved her and his intentions were good. She just didn't need his lectures.
The doctor called her in. Roger came with her. He kept his arm firmly around her waist.
"Miss Ericson," the Dr said, "You are HIV-"
April felt like she could breathe again.
"NO MORE DRUGS," the doctor said, "or unprotected sex. You dogged a bullet this time and you might not be so lucky next time."
"Sheldon I'm not going to punish you for going to the bathroom or standing too close to the sink. That is ridiculous. You're human. People have to go to the bathroom sometimes."
"But I messed up," Sheldon said, "Doesn't that mean I have to be punished?"
"You didn't mess up," Leonard said, "Why do you get so worried about all of this anyway."
"You wouldn't understand," Sheldon said.
"Try me," Leonard replied.
Sheldon sighed.
"Fine," he said, "But you have to promise never to use this against me."
"Of course," Leonard said.
"When I was about twelve years old I had a friend. Her name was Nicole and she was the sweetest most perfect girl I had ever met. I actually loved her. Every day I came home from school. I would do my homework, evacuate my bowels, have a snack, talk on the phone to Nicole and go to bed. One day I evacuated my bowels before doing my homework. That evening I called Nicole's house to speak with her. I called at 7:08 PM. Her mother answered and it sounded like she was crying. Nicole died. She was hit by a car and she died. I couldn't stop feeling guilty. If I had done my homework first before evacuating my bowels Nicole-"
"Still would have died," Leonard said, "You pooping before doing your homework had nothing to do with her dying."