A/N: omg, guys, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while! My computer got seriously fucked up, but I'm updating now! Sorrysorrysorrysorry!

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Another A/N: since I haven't updated in a while, I'll make this one extra long instead of breaking it up, like I should. Ah well, R&R.

Mimi, Angel and Collins entered the clinic. Collins noted that it smelled like the hand soap that all of the serious doctors used. Since all of them had encountered this smell numerous times in various hospitals, they didn't enjoy it all that much. But they dealt with it, and went to sign Mimi in for her appointment.

Angel immediately located the front desk amongst the many people who were there. She dragged a slightly reluctant, yet happy, Mimi over. Collins waited outside for Roger, who was attempting to catch up to them while they ran. No one knew where Mark and Andi were. After about five minutes of standing in front of the desk, Angel was still not being acknowledged. She cleared her throat loudly, and the receptionist looked up.

"Hi," the woman said, standing up and extending her hand. Angel and Mimi each shook it in turn. She had long, black hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and she had a soft expression, although she looked only thirty or so. "I'm guessing you guys are here for the cure?" Angel pushed Mimi forward gently, and she stepped forward slightly.

"Uh, yeah," Mimi said quietly. "I'm, um, Mimi Marquez, and I have an appointment, like, now. So I was wondering if I could kind of, um, you know, get this overwith as soon as possible?" The receptionist nodded.

"My name is Janet Davis," she said, and Mimi looked up.

"Janet Davis?" Mimi asked, surprised. "You mean, Janet Davis, wife of Adam Davis? The guy who found the cure?" Janet nodded, blushing.

"Wow, hi! I've heard so much about you!" Mimi exclaimed, pulling Janet into a hug. When Janet pulled away and gave the dancer a confused look, Mimi laughed at herself. "Sorry, you must be kinda creeped out right now. I'm Roger's girlfriend. Roger Davis's girlfriend." Janet's expression became less tense, and she nodded and smiled.

"Nice to finally meet you, Mimi," Janet said, then glanced at Angel. "What's your name?"

"Angel," said Angel. "Angel Dumott Schunard, to be exact. My appointment's tomorrow."

"Ah," Janet said, nodding. She seemed to be doing that a lot. "Well, anyway, I think we have Roger scheduled for an appointment today, as well. In fact, he should be here -"

"I'M HERE! I'M HALF DEAD, BUT I'M HERE!" a loud voice exclaimed from behind Mimi, and the three turned around. Mimi tried to stifle a laugh, Janet gave Roger an odd look, and Angel burst out laughing. Roger shot all of them, mostly Angel, though, a nasty look. He wheezed for about another minute and a half, or so, then began to talk.

"Hey Janet," he said, giving her a small hug. "How have you guys been? Adam doing okay? How are the kids?"

"Everything's just great, Roger," Janet said with a tiny hint of sarcasm lining her voice. "I mean, my husband put me here to organize this entire thing while he's off having his fifteen minutes of fame, the place is busy as Hell, and my kids both have the chicken pox. Everything's just peachy!" Mimi and Angel backed away slightly, but Roger just chuckled.

"You know, you haven't changed a bit," he said to her, still laughing. "You were always one to complain to the first person that you saw." Janet hit him in the arm, then got serious.

"Okay, sorry guys," she said, and they all laughed. "Anyway, I was wondering if you have any questions for me? About the cure?"

"I do," Mimi piped up. Janet smiled and nodded. "What's gonna happen to me in there?"

"It's a simple process," Janet said for what must have been the millionth time that day. "First, the doctor draws blood to see the condition that you're in. Next, depending on the condition, you get certain vaccinations. Each patient has to get five injections, then blood is drawn again. You're then hospitalized and kept overnight. An HIV test is administered in the morning, and there's a ninety-nine percent chance that it'll come out negative. Okay?"

"Five injections?" Mimi asked quietly, clinging to Roger for dear life. Janet nodded again, and Mimi whimpered. Roger pulled her into a hug, murmuring comforting things into her ear. She hugged him tightly, turned to Janet, and said she was ready.

She was about to be lead into the hospital room, but she heard her name. She turned around and saw Andi. She asked Janet for one more sec, and she ran over to Andi and Mark. Andi immediately bombarded the poor girl with questions while Mark kinda hung back.

"Listen, girl," Mimi said, grabbing Andi by the shoulders and shaking her. "I'll be fine. You can come see me tomorrow. And if I don't make it," she added dramatically, "marry Roger for me." Andi and Roger gave each other a sickened look. Andi embraced her friend tightly. Mark stepped forward and also gave Mimi a hug, whispering, "Andi's not gonna marry Roger for anything. She's mine." This made Mimi laugh, so she went on her way happily.

Mimi's POV

Oh, my God, I thought while walking to the white room, closely following Janet. This place is so fucking scary. I'll be fine, though. I'll be fine. Just think -- Oh God, what do I think of? Shit, I'm gonna die. I'm so gonna die.

We finally arrived at the room. Janet turned to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "I don't do that to everybody," she said to me, sounding sincere. "You'll be fine, Mimi. I can see it in your eyes."

"That must be a Davis thing," I muttered, hugging her back. She looked as if she didn't understand. "A couple of years ago, I almost died. And Roger wrote a song for me, as a kind of motivation for living. It was about my eyes, believe it or not."

"That's so sweet," she said. "Are the two or you married? I mean I saw the ring..."

"Not yet," I said. "We want a summer wedding. And we also kinda want to be healthy."

"Oh," Janet said, "That's a smart idea. Well, I'm not allowed to be in here for too long. Ah, here's your doctor. Good luck and goodbye." Janet walked out, and another woman walked in. She had short red hair, about shoulder's length. Her nose was kind of big, and she had pale skin.

"Hi!" she said in a cheerful tone. "I'm Danielle Smith. Just call me Danielle please, I can't stand when people call me 'Dr. Smith' " I smiled at this, and nodded. God, Janet nodded so many times ... It was contagious.

"I'm Mimi. So, um, Danielle," I said quietly, "how long is this thing gonna take?"

"I'd say, maybe, half an hour all together," she replied, and I was shocked. I was so shocked. I thought it would take forever. "So, are you ready to be poked and prodded for the next half hour?" I chuckled and nodded. I was going to kill Janet for the nodding thing.

"Here," Danielle said, taking out a needle for drawing blood. She prepared my arm for it, and then said, "Now, are you going to look?"

"Duh," I said, "I'm not a whimp." She laughed at this.

"I never said you were," she replied, but in a joking way. She pricked right near my elbow, but on the other side of the arm. I didn't even flinch, being the ex-heroin junkie that I am. Danielle took the needle out, and sealed the bag of blood.

"You were very brave, Mimi," she said to me in a fake baby voice. "Would you like a lollypop?" I pretended to eagerly nod. She chuckled and said she'd be right back. I sat back and sighed. I was a little nervous about the five shots.

"OW!" I heard a familiar voice scream from across the hall. "GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" I laughed and peeked outside. There was Roger in the other room, with poor Danielle, getting blood drawn. He never had a problem with the smack, but he couldn't stand getting blood drawn. When she pulled the needle out, she handed him a piece of bubble gum, which he accepted like a baby. I really started laughing at that, and Roger saw me.

"I got gum!" he said gleefully, and I gave him a thumbs-up sign. I stepped back into my room and waited for Danielle. She came back in with five different syringes.

"You have a decent T-cell count," she said, and I smiled. "Decent. Not perfect. These aren't as bad as what we're going to have to give to the crybaby across the room. Man, that guy can scream! I had to give him gum to shut him up." I laughed and nodded.

"I know," I said, "he's a baby sometimes." Danielle looked at me, worried.

"Oh God, you know him?" she asked. I nodded.

"He's my fiance," I said, and she blushed. "Don't worry about it, though. You have every right to think he's a baby. He is." We laughed, then she gave me a sympathetic look.

"Are you ready? Because these things make people drowsy." I rolled my eyes and stuck out my arm. She gave me a look. "They didn't tell you?"

"Didn't tell me what?" I asked, getting worried. "What?"

"You don't get the shots in the arm," Danielle said, "You get them in different places."

"Which are?"

"Uh, well, you get one in each arm. The others are your, um, your..."

"My ass?"

"That's one," she said, sounding relieved that she didn't have to say it. "The others are your thigh and your shoulder. Don't ask me why. Now, which do you want first?"

I smirked. "My ass and my thigh." She smirked right back.

"You know," she said, "I haven't had one patient today that didn't want the one in the ass or the thigh first. It's not new to me," she added. I rolled my eyes and pulled down my skirt. She administered the shots quickly, but my ass was sore as hell afterward.

"Do you want the arms next?" she asked, and I nodded. She administered those quickly, too, but I still felt really tired afterward. She finally injected my shoulder.

Right before I fell asleep, I heard Roger's yelp from across the hall.

A/N: Well?