The next day, Mark unlocked the door to Arianna's apartment with his spare key. The two of them were supposed to get together for lunch, but she wasn't answering the phone. Mark looked around the apartment. There was a twin bed shoved against the far wall. There was a small kitchenette on the right side of the apartment. On the left wall was a desk covered with old notebooks. There was no sign of Arianna. Mark went up to Roger and Mimi's apartment and knocked on the door. Mimi answered. She looked horribly sleep deprived.
"Is Arianna here, I can't find her," Mark explained.
"No, I haven't seen her since last night," Mimi replied. "Maybe she ran to the store or something."
"Yeah, I hope so. Bye."
"Bye, Mark." Mimi smiled weakly at Mark before closing the door. Defeated, Mark retreated to the loft.
It was well after noon, and there was still no sign of Arianna. Mark had called each Bohemian more than once in search of her. Roger and Mimi volunteered to help look along with the rest of the Bohemians. Mark was really starting to panic. It was starting to snow.
"Angel and I will check her apartment for signs of her," Mimi said.
"Maureen, Joanne and I will check the streets," Collins said before turning to Mark and Roger. "Leaving you two."
"I'll be right back, and then I'll help," Roger said before dashing up to the roof. Nobody could figure out what was up with him.
Roger shoved his hands deep down into his pockets and looked around New York City. A pang of depression and guilt formed in the pit of his stomach. God, did he miss April. Whimpering caught Roger's attention. He spun around to see who was with him. Instead, he found a snow-covered form curled up on the ground, shivering. Roger rushed over to the form and brushed off the snow. It was Arianna.
"Oh fuck," Roger muttered. He whipped off his jacket and wrapped it around Arianna before picking her up. Her lips were tinted blue. Roger knew that he needed to get her inside and fast!
Arianna felt someone pick her up. she leaned towards the body heat and allowed herself to be carried downstairs. She was so cold, and her clothes stuck to her body. All she wanted to do was get inside. Arianna felt her mind get foggy. She slipped into a lulling state of unconsciousness.
The Bohemians were all waiting around the loft for Roger to return. They all looked up when the door slid open.
"Someone clear off the couch," Roger commanded. Mark rushed over to help Roger.
"Where was she?" he asked.
"On the roof. Help me carry her." Mark took Arianna and laid her down on the couch.
"Someone get a pair of sweats and extra blankets out of my room," Mark said. Maureen dashed off to her old bedroom to get Mark what he needed. Meanwhile, Mark carefully got Arianna out of her soaked jeans and shirt. Her skin was unnaturally red. Mark pulled the sweats on Arianna and laid her back down. He covered her up with a pile of blankets and brushed a strand of hair out of her face.
"Now what?" Mimi asked quietly. Her small hand found Roger's.
"Now, we wait," Mark replied sadly.
Arianna shifted. It felt like there was this huge weight on top of her. she also heard voices, her friends' voices. Arianna opened her eyes partially.
"Look, she's coming to!" someone exclaimed, it sounded like Maureen.
"Arianna, can you hear me?" It was Mark's voice. Arianna moaned. She opened her eyes the rest of the way.
"What happened?" she asked weakly.
"We found you on the roof, sweetie," Angel replied. Arianna began to shiver uncontrollably.
"Guys, you should really go so you don't get sick," Mark told his friends.
"We're fine," Collins insisted.
"Guys, please, I don't want you all to get sick. I can take care of things here." The Bohemians reluctantly left Mark to tend to Arianna.
Once everyone left, Mark carried Arianna to the loveseat in his bedroom. Arianna curled up in a ball on her side.
"Do you need anything?" Mark asked.
"I'm so cold," Arianna mumbled. Mark sat on the loveseat and pulled Arianna onto his lap. Arianna relaxed in his arms and closed her eyes.
Meanwhile, the rest of the Bohemians went downstairs. There, Joanne pulled Mimi to the side.
"We'll be right in," she said to everyone else. Mimi leaned against the wall.
"What's up, Jo?" Joanne produced the article from inside her purse and showed it to Mimi.
"I found this." Mimi's hands shook as she scanned over the article. "Meems, is that you?" Mimi nodded. She was crying.
"It was an accident!" she exclaimed. "I, I didn't mean to!" Joanne gave Mimi a comforting hug and rubbed her back.
"I know, sweetie, I know. Have you told Roger?" Mimi backed away from Joanne.
"Please, don't tell him. He's, he's been really distracted lately. I don't need him to worry about me."
"Mimi, you guys are going to be married, you need to tell him about these kinds of things."
"I will! I will, just not yet. Roger has a lot on his mind right now."
"Just promise me that you'll tell him." Mimi nodded.
"I will, I promise." Joanne gave Mimi another hug, and they went inside to join everyone else.