A/N: The italics are the English translations (you'll see).
Mimi grabbed Roger's hand as they walked out the elevator, and down the hall. She was still nervous about the whole thing. Sensing her hesitance, Roger stopped, and took her face in his hands. He gently ran his hands through Mimi's hair.
"Don't be nervous," he said calmly. "There's nothing for you to loose." Mimi buried her face in Roger's chest, and took several deep breaths. He smelled like cigarette smoke and aftershave. Roger kissed the top of Mimi's head. "I love you, Meems."
"I love you too." The couple broke apart, and continued on their way to the Doctor's.
"Mimi Marquez," a young nurse with a clipboard said. Mimi looked up, slightly startled. Roger gave her knee a reassuring squeeze before she stood up.
"I'll be right here waiting for you," he said quietly. Mimi wrapped her arms around her own small frame, and followed the annoyingly perky nurse back to the Doctor's office. There was still a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.
When Mimi got to the Doctor's office, there was a girl who was only five or so years older than her.
"Welcome, welcome," she said as she shook Mimi's hand. "Have a seat, please." Mimi sat down lightly on an over-stuffed loveseat. The Doctor sat down in an armchair across from the dancer. "My name's Dr. Vega."
"Mimi Marquez."
"Well, Ms. Marquez-"
"Mimi."
"Okay, Mimi, why don't you tell me a little about yourself? Like who that good looking guy you arrived with is." Mimi blushed, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"That's my boyfriend, Roger," she replied quietly.
"Roger; how has he
been during this whole ordeal? Has he been helpful and
understanding?"
"I guess so. He's been really patient with
me. I know that he wants things to go back to normal, but I can't."
a few tears slid down Mimi's cheek. Dr. Vega handed her a box of
tissues. "I'm fine."
"Are you living alone right
now?"
"No, I'm living with Roger and his best friend, Mark.
I've been living with them for about a year now."
"So you're surrounded by men at all times? Would that have some effect on your healing? Are there any girls you're close with?" So many questions! Mimi's head was already spinning.
"There's my best
friend Angel, and Joanna and Maureen, but they don't live in the
same building as us. Joanne's a lawyer; she's going to help when
they catch the guy."
"Do you want this guy caught just to get
him off the streets so other women are safe, or because of what he
did to you?"
"What do you think?" Mimi snapped. "This bastard ruined my life!" The dancer got up to walk around some.
"How so?" Without realizing it, Mimi opened up to Dr. Vega even more.
"I'm constantly afraid, I can't be the girlfriend Roger wants, and give him what he wants, and I have been getting terrible nightmares." Mimi wiped away her tears on the sleeve of her blue sweater.
After the one hour session was over, Dr. Vega scribbled something on a pad of paper, and handed the piece of paper to Mimi.
"What's this?" asked the dancer.
"That's a prescription for an antidepressant."
"Antidepressant?
You think I'm depressed?"
"I think that this medication
will help you get your life back. I have another patient coming, so
I'll see you next time, Ms. Marquez." Mimi shoved the
prescription in her pocket, and went out to join Roger.
When the couple got home, Collins and Angel were there talking to Mark. Still fuming over Dr. Vega's diagnosis, Mimi plopped down on the window seat with her knees drawn to her chest. Angel went over to talk to her clearly upset friend.
"Como estas,
Mimi-chica?" How are you Mimi-chica? She asked as she sat
across from the dancer. "How was your appointment?"
"The
doctor's una idiota an idiot. Ella no cuidado casi mi. She
doesn't care about me. Dinero money is all that matters
to her. She gave me una perscripcion a prescription because
she thinks I'm deprimido depressed."
"Oh honey. Are you going to get the medication?" Mimi snorted.
"No! The doctor's un chiste a joke!"
"Maybe you should, chica. It might do you some good."
"You're siding with that ramera bitch?" Angel gently stroked Mimi's cheek and hair.
"Shh, no I'm not siding with culquiera anyone. I think that you'll do something imprudente unwise if you don't get the medicine."
"Like what?" Mimi demanded.
"Like becoming
increasingly malhumorada depressed, go back to la heroína
heroin, or maybe even suicida suicide. Pensas acerca
tu novio. Think about your boyfriend. Think about Roger,"
Angel said quietly. Mimi looked over at Roger. The rocker was
talking with Mark and Collins. Sighing, Mimi pulled the prescription
out of her pocket, and handed it to Angel. "I'm not getting it
for you! So la doctora the doctor was un desolado de tiempo? A waste of time?"
"I like Life Support mucho más. Much more."
Flashback:
roger
entwined his fingers with Mimi's. He could sense her hesitance.
The couple followed a few feet behind Angel and Collins. The four
Bohemians were on their way to Life Support. Despite Angel's
frequent trips to the meetings, it was Mimi's first time, and she
was nervous.
As she so clearly announced to the entire subway car on the way there, "I don't like people all up in my business!" Roger kissed the back of Mimi's hand tenderly.
"Don't worry; it's not that bad…promise," he said quietly. Mimi smiled; she trusted Roger. The foursome mounted the steps, and entered the Community Center. Christmas decorations were still up, adding an odd homey feeling. When the Bohemians took their seats in the circle, Roger slid his seat closer to Mimi's so he could hold her hand. Paul took his seat and the meeting began. Before Mimi even realized it, she was laughing and opening up to the group.
End Flashback
After Angel and Collins left, Roger went over, and sat down across from Mimi. She gave him a small smile.
"I'm going to go get your stuff at the CatScratch Club. Are you sure that you want to quit?" Mimi chewed on her bottom lip.
"I don't know," she replied quietly. "I can't go back to men looking at me like that, but I want to help with money." Roger squeezed Mimi's knee.
"Don't you worry
about money. Do you need anything while I'm out?"
"Yeah,
um, this." Mimi handed him the prescription slip from Dr. Vega.
Roger kissed her forehead.
"Of course. I'll be back later. Mark's here so don't worry." The rocker got up. "I love you."
"Love you too." Roger grabbed his leather jacket, and left Mark and Mimi alone to do their own thing.
A/N: sorry if my Spanish was horrible in this chapter, so much for doing well in the class!
Tina101