Mimi's Perspective
We were at the loft. Me and Angel were looking at a fashion magazine, and Collins was on the couch, snoozing noisily after grading 75 essays.
Roger was absently plucking on his guitar, starting over every time it started to sound like Musetta's Waltz. Angel was pointing at an outfit saying that it doesn't go good together, but I couldn't concentrate.
All I could think of was Mark. We hadn't seen him at all in three days, and today would have been the fourth. He has been with that girl ever since Tuesday night.
"Guys," I say standing up abruptly surprising Angel when the fashion magazine flipped out of my lap.
"Guys, we should go see Mark. I'm worried about him."
I look at Roger as he begins to speak, "Let him be there. It's got nothin' to do with us. Let him stay."
I went over to him and flicked him on the bruise that was forming on his cheek.
"Oww! Mimi! What was that for?" He look up at me angrily and confused, delicately rubbing his graying, purplish bruised cheek.
"Cause' Roger you're being an ass. More than usual." I say smiling and Angel stands up, smoothing her skirt, and chuckles.
"I agree with Mimi. On both terms. We should go visit Marky." Angel walks over and taps the sleeping Collins awake.
"Honey, wake up Collins. Collins, wake up." Angel cooed.
He grabs her waist and forces her to sit down with him. "No, why don't we cuddle instead?" He mumbles sleepily.
"No, were going to the hospital." Collins eyes shot open.
"Are you sick?" He sits up and squeezes her tighter around her slim waist, fear in his eyes. Angel face softened at the misunderstanding and gently touches his cheek, pecking him on the lips.
"Sorry darling, didn't mean to scare you. No, we're going to see Marky."
Collins lets go of Angel and yawns loudly, fear gone. Angel pulls him up with her.
"Why?" "Honey have you completely forgotten what happened 3 days ago? " Collins shrugged, before remembering, scratching his head through his beanie.
"Oh that… yeah kinda. He's still with the girl? Didn't he ever come home?" He rubs his eyes as he sees the bruise on Roger's face
"Well she sure got Roger." He laughs his booming laugh, echoing in the room.
"Shut up Collins. And fine Mimi! I'll go!" He says annoyed as he puts down his guitar and lets himself be pulled up by me, who has been trying to get him up from his seat while Angel woke up Collins.
"No, he never came home. Ever. I mean other than changing his clothes he never came home. I mean like, just imagine what it was like for him guys, trying to save her. And even after she left in the ambulance, her blood was all over the concrete, on his clothes, covering his hands.
And after the ambulance left, he was just left there alone, traumatized. He must feel some sort of connection after all that, right?" I say looking at them.
"I think you are being a little dramatic, but you are right. Mark is a softie ya know." Roger says, putting on his shoes.
"You are being an ass again Roger." I reminded him, and he just shrugged. I put on my coat, and they do the same.
"Come on boys." Angel says as she picks up her purse and we walk out the front door, the boys following close behind…
Collins Perspective
"God, I hate hospitals." I say as we enter Gracing Mercy hospital.
"Wait how are we gonna see him if we don't know where he is?" Roger asks.
"We'll just ask then Rog." I walk up to the front desk and asked the receptionist.
"Hey we're looking for an albino pumpkinhead and an Asian chick this high," I use my hand to signal, "that was taken in an ambulance here three almost four days ago."
"Great description Collins, you couldn't have described them any better?" Roger says sarcastically.
"Shut up." I retort as I look back to the receptionist.
"Well, that's a very vague description, but aren't many Asians admitted here so…" I look at her confused.
"There ain't?" She shakes her head. "Because sir, Asians are a rare case here since most have residence in Chinatown."
"Oh." I reply.
"Do you know her name of the visitor's? Every visitor has to sign in so the database might have his name in here, so I might be able to find him." She clicks on her keyboard.
"We don't know the girl's name, but the pumpkinhead's name is Mark Cohen."
"Mark Cohen…" she clicks on the keyboard. The group patiently waits for her to finish her search.
" Ah Mark Cohen, visitor to Katy Coffin?" she asks.
"Uh, sounds about right." Okay.
"They are in ICU, floor 4, room 432. It says in the system that she's due to be discharged today." The receptionist said smiling.
"Thanks." I say as we head off to the elevator to see Mark…