A/N: Hiya! Here's chapter 6! Um, I don't have much to add. I may be getting In the Heights tickets for December which is really cool cause it's my love. So is Next to Normal. Gosh, Alice Ripley at the Tony's was ahmaazing! "You don't know! You say that you're hurting, but it sure doesn't show!" Yeah, so good! Chilling. Anyway, give thanks to Kaitlynn888 for her support and fantastic beta-ing of this.

So I decided that I'm going to make them boink. Why? Because it's super fun! :D And I wanted them to. So warning for later chapters. I'm just giving you a heads up.

Disclaimer: I'm neither Jonathan nor Larson so that means I don't have any partnership in RENT! Or Ivana because she's from Flawless. Or rather the name is.

"Tom I think we should take him to the hospital to get checked out. We don't know if he needs any medicines or anything and we have no place for him to sleep," Angel said. She looked back at the sleeping boy in the backseat.

"Already on it, Angel," he replied as a hospital came into view.

"My man is so thoughtful," she whispered, kissing his cheek.

"Yes he is," Collins smirked. He smoothly turned into the parking spot. "It's Collins. Tom Collins."

"Collins. Corny Collins," Angel mocked. "But I love your corniness. It's very…sexy." She kissed his ear, sending shivers down his spine and whispered "Later. I promise."

"I should, um, get, er um..." he trailed off thinking.

"Pascal," she offered.

"Right, Pascal. I should get Pascal out of the back," he said getting out. Angel giggled and got out too.

She opened the door to allow Collins to go through the door with the sleeping child.

"Hi, we need to see a doctor. We found this little boy and we would like to make sure he's healthy and everything," Angel said to the receptionist, Ivana.

"Okay," Ivana sighed. She tapped a few things into the computer and said "Go down that hall and to the left until you come to the room 1224. Dr. Cook will be in there soon."

"Thank you so much," she said. She went over to her boys and gently woke Pascal. "Honey, we're going to have a doctor look at you to make sure you're healthy, okay?"

He nodded sleepily and then stood to hold Angel's hand. Collins walked along with them down the white halls towards the room. He never cared for hospitals. They made him feel cold and sad.

When they got to the room, the nurse took Pascal's temperature and weighed him and all of the basic things.

"The doctor will be in shortly," the nurse said, leaving.

xXx

"Pookie, I am so sorry I couldn't see you at lunch, but I had to tell Mark that we weren't anything," Maureen said rushing into Joanne's room.

"It's okay, Honeybear. I'm just happy to see you again," Joanne said giving her girlfriend a kiss. "You're so beautiful."

"You are too, you know." Maureen then proceeded to kiss her neck, cheeks, and everything else she could.

"Maureen, wait, I need to talk to you."

"Uh oh. What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing, Maureen. You did nothing wrong. I was just wondering why you never say 'I love you.'"

She stopped her kissing and stared at Joanne. "I've said it."

"Not to me you haven't. Not since we got back together. Do you know what? Never mind. It doesn't matter, I'm just being picky," the princess said leaning in for another kiss.

Maureen backed away. "No if you had to bring it up, it's obviously something important and we need to talk about it."

"No, never mind. Please, can we just drop this?"

"No we can't!" Maureen cried. "Look, I'm sorry that I am having a problem with believing that we are actually going to be together for a long time! I'm sorry that I can't move that fast because I know that you're not going to be here forever!"

Joanne began to see Maureen in a whole new light. "If that's what you're worried about then please stop. Nothing can hold us apart. We are legal adults and could do whatever we want now." She pulled her into a hug. "We can be together."

Maureen felt her anger tears turn into happy tears. "I love you."

Joanne thought her face was going to break from her smile. "I love you too."

xXx

"So it looks like everything is fine with him. He may need some blood, but only because he is slightly anemic. Would you mind if I tested you two for his blood type?" Dr. Cook said to Angel and Collins.

"Can we talk for a second?" Angel asked.

"Of course. I'll be back in a few minutes," the doctor said. She left the room.

"Tom, I can't do it. They'll see who I am and then my record will be seen and then my parents will find out and come and get us," she explained in a fast whisper.

"I kind of figured that. I'll do it of course. If he needs blood, then I'll give it," Collins said. He stroked Pascal's head as he slept. It was rather late after all.

"So, have you made your decision?" Dr. Cook asked coming back to the room.

"I'll give blood. My wife is a hemophiliac and can't give any," he said.

"If you would please follow me," she requested, and Collins left, leaving Angel and Pascal alone in the small room.

xXx

Roger looked out the door after Mark left to make sure no one was coming. He couldn't figure out the lock so he just hoped that no one would come in. He crossed to his dresser and pulled out his bag that he told everyone was for his contacts even though no one had seen him use them before. Roger pulled out the little baggy of powder, his old spoon, a rubber strap, a lighter, and a clean syringe.

He poured the powder into the spoon and lit the light under it. He watched the powder turn into the yellow-ish liquid. He emptied the spoon into the syringe. Roger tied the rubber strap around his upper arm and hit the veins, trying to make them pop out. He picked up the needle.

"Roger?"

He turned to see Mimi standing in the doorway. She looked like someone had just slapped her.

"Um, hey Mimi."

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"I was, uh, er, um," Roger stammered. He ripped the rubber from his arm as Mimi stormed to him and grabbed the needle. She went straight to the bathroom and poured the heroin down the toilet and threw the syringe into the garbage can so hard, it shattered. She came back out and saw Roger on the ground by his bed, crying.

"I need help," he whimpered.

"I know," she soothed, rubbing his hand. "I know."

xXx

"Mr. Collins, I'm very glad to say that you are a match for Pascal, but I'm afraid that something very peculiar showed up in your test," Dr. Cook said looking at the file.

Tom exchanged a worried look at Angel before asking, "What's wrong?"

"Well I don't know how to tell you this, but you have AIDS."

A/N: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!! –ducks behind her wall- Please keep the death threats to a minimum!