Another short one! I just don't want to update ones that are too long and then end up getting behind on my writing. I will probably not update until Sunday, because tomorrow I am getting confirmed and then there is a party at my house all day. Woo hoo.

So, on with the story.

Disclaimer: RENT life

Embarazado

(Angel's POV)

May 20, 1991 2:10 p.m. eastern standard time

"Angel!"

I turned around and saw Collins running down the hallway. I stood up and hugged him.

"Is she okay?" he asked, breathing heavily.

"I don't know," I sighed. "I haven't heard anything. And they told me to stay in my seat, because I was annoying them."

"Were you like asking them about her every five minutes?" Collins laughed.

"Every two."

"Oh Ang," he kissed my forehead and sat down next to me. "Do you want me to get you a cup of water, I am thirsty?"

"No," I said. "I will get it. I am sick of sitting."

I walked down the hallway, until I reached the water fountain. I pulled a cup off the rack and put it under the spout. I heard squeaking shoes walking past me. The person glanced at me, did a double take, changed direction, and came up to me.

"Angel?" he asked.

"Last time I checked," I said, giggling.

"I need to speak with you," he said, leading me to a doorway. "I am Doctor McFay. I have been caring for Miss Marquez." He said the last part in a question, almost making sure that he had the right person.

"Oh my goodness!" I cried. "How is she? Is she awake? Is-"

"Angel," he smiled. "Let me just talk to you for a moment."

"Let me just get my boyfriend, he would want to hear this," I said quickly.

"She requests that only you hear this news," the doctor said. "Miss Marquez had a panic attack."

"So it wasn't a seizure?"

"No," he said. "But that doesn't make it any better. It was a panic attack brought on by starvation."

"She wasn't eating?" I gasped. "We had suspected it, but…..I didn't think it was that bad."

"You cannot take these things lightly. We have her on medications that are bringing her heart rate and blood pressure back up. Then we will be prescribing her medicine that will help her gain weight back. A close eye needs to be kept on her eating habits at all times. You cannot let her know you are watching her, though, because she may eat around you, but throw it up later."

"She was throwing up a lot," I said.

"You need to keep a close eye on her and make sure she is taking her medication," he repeated. "I suppose you are aware she tested positive for HIV?"

I nodded.

"Well," Dr. McFay said. "We needed to double her AZT intake, because of the lack of it that she took during her starvation period."

"Is that it?" I asked. "Can I see her?"

"There is much more to be spoken about, but she would like to tell you the rest," he said. He pushed open the door they were standing in front of. "She is the last bed on the right, near the window."

I thanked him and entered the room.

I walked down the aisle that was surrounded by beds, not looking at the patients lying in the room. I got to the last bed and sighed.

Mimi was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. I reached out and touched her cheeks. I was met with a feeling of cold skin and dried tears. She opened her eyes at my touch.

"Angel," she whispered. "I hate this!"

"I know chica," I said, sitting on the bed. "Why did you do this?"

"I was stressed and work demanded it and everything was messed up. And Roger was ashamed of me and-"

"He is not, I repeat, not ashamed of you."

Mimi sniffled and looked at the ground.

"What else is wrong?"

"Nothing," she smiled.

"The doctor told me you had much more to tell me," I said.

"I know," she sighed. "I just hope if I put it off, maybe it will go away."

"You need to tell me."

She nodded and looked off into the distance. "I have been throwing up a lot. Most of it was not intentional. But when I threw up, I felt so good. It became a habit. I told the doctors and they tested me. They came back with three results. One was that I was HIV positive, which we all knew. Another said that I had traces of some physiological imbalance in my blood. They took this result to another doctor, who said he would get the blood tested, but he was almost positive I would come up as bulimic. Bulimia is a physiological disorder of the body and mind."

"Oh baby," I said. "We will get you help. You don't need to stress or freak out. It will all be fine. No big deal!"

"There were three results," she sobbed.

"Do you have that disease where you gain and lose weight rapidly?"

"Please don't tell anyone any of this that I am saying," she added.

"Do you have another STD?"

"Like, I am serious. No one but you can know about this. I need some time to think."

"Do you have cancer?"

"Angel, I trust you."

"Tell me!" I exclaimed.

"Los doctors dicen, yo estoy embarazado."

For those who don't speak Spanish, you will have to wait to see what it means. Or you can cheat and look up the translations.

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