The next week, Roger brought Mimi to the doctor's to make sure she was okay. He still couldn't believe she was still alive. He had already left her pale and thin once, and he didn't want to see her like that again. He couldn't help thinking that she was the one for him. What else could've brought them together a year ago? She made him so happy. Going out of the house and visiting friends was now routine where once it never took place. Mimi and the doctor were talking for a long time. Worried, he walks in and sees a smiling Mimi happy as can be. "Oh hey babe!" She says enthusiastically, "The doctor was just telling me I needed to take some new vitamins and that I look good."

Roger sighs in relief, "Thank god."

The doctor says, "Excuse me sir, can we talk outside for a moment?"

"Well sure doc."

Outside, the doctor whispers, "So she's fine. Her HIV is still HIV. However, you do need to keep a good eye on her. I noticed she has kicked her drug habit, and you need to make sure she stays that way. She will live longer if she stays away from now on."

"Awesome, thanks doc." Roger says softly. He reenters the room where Mimi's sitting and swinging her legs.

"Ready?" She asks.

"Let's go." He replies. They walk out of the clinic hand in hand.

That night in bed, after they "dance". Mimi feels restless. "Roger, what did the doctor tell you today?"

He turns away. "Come on baby, tell me" she says hovering over him, "Maybe I'll let you do that last thing again." He turns back toward her and sees the love and concern in her face.

"When and why did you start doing smack Meems?"

Offended she sits up, "Rog, I've been-"

"I know Meems just answer the question."

"It happened just a little before I escaped home. My mama was a single mom. She used to-" She paused, as though the memory alone caused her pain. "She was an alcoholic. She'd come home and cry about my father. She'd wake up my baby sister who'd cry from the shock. You can't build love on tears, Rog. It drove me crazy. I started usin'. My mama caught me. She got mad. I ran." Her poker face shifted as a tear went down her face. "I couldn't stop. Whenever I did, I thought I'd die. The rehab... I rather die in a place where I at least felt semi-free. I was planning to die for you... I was planning to die because you left." Roger moves to hold her in his arms, playing gently with her hair the way she liked.

"Babe, the doctor asked me to make sure you weren't using anymore," he whispers softly into her hair. She stiffens a bit, but relaxes when he says, "But I know I can trust your judgement."

"Why did you start usin' Rog?"

"Meems, I-" She looked at him with her tearstained eyes. Regrettedly, he began, "April loved it. Once when I got hurt and was really in pain, she gave me one of her needles. We shared it. Little did we know we also shared the virus. Then she killed herself when she found out and... I got clean. I needed truth. I needed love. And I got it." He smiles and kisses her on her forehead. She kisses him back, softly, and lays back on his chest.

"Rog?"

"Yeah Meems?"

"I think out of everybody, we're the lucky ones."