Author's note: That was intentional. Don't kill me, please. This is filler.
The next few moments passed in a blur. Collins and Firefly waited at the Loft for Mark, while Maureen went to the hospital with Mimi. Joanne stayed home with Angel.
Collins and Firefly waited outside, both of them terrified to go inside where the phone waited. Neither of them wanted to be the one to actually get the phone call saying Mimi was dead. Firefly shivered, not from cold, as it was hot and humid, but from the fear of Mimi being dead.
Finally, Collins spotted Mark heading for the building. He wasn't hurrying, and he had a smile on his face, so they knew he hadn't been told yet. However, as he approached them, his smile quickly faded. He didn't see Firefly at first, only Collins, and his reaction was obvious. "Is Firefly okay? Did the floor collapse? I just knew this was going to happen! I…"
"Mark, I'm fine!" Firefly stepped forward, still shivering violently then. "It's…Mark, it's Mimi. I think…we think she's dead."
"What?" Mark froze.
Collins nodded. "She overdosed on heroin. Unless in just happened moments before we found her, she couldn't have survived. She was blue."
"Well, we should…" Mark's voice cracked. "We need to go find out…"
"If she's okay." Firefly finished. Her voice also cracked. "You two go. I'm going to go over to Joanne's. I can't…I don't want to see her right now."
Mark nodded. "Okay. I'll call Jo and tell her your on your way. We'll call you if anything…"
"I know you will." Firefly sat down on the front step. "I'm gonna sit for a moment, then I'll head over."
After Mark and Collins left, Firefly slumped over, head in her hands. Her body shook with violent sobs. After a few minutes, she stood, wiping her eyes. She heard gunfire in the distance, but she ignored it, like every other New Yorker. She was soon to find out that her choice had been a fatal mistake.