A/N: Sorry it took so long. Chapter four and up coming soon :)
A hoarse coughing woke Mimi. At first she thought it was Roger. But then she remembered that they were no longer "together". The room was pitch black and Mimi bumped into a table or two before she finally made it to the bathroom. She stood near the door and heard something that sounded like a muffled cough. She tapped on the door, already knowing that something was wrong. When no one answered she brought it upon herself to open the door. A sense of panic shot through Mimi as she stood in shock over Collins.
The strong, fatherly man that she knew was no longer there and he was replaced by a pale, sickly looking man, shaking violently and coughing blood. "Oh...my...ANGEL!", Mimi screamed with tears burning her eyes. Within seconds Angel sprawled over her lover as Mimi called the ambulance. She never thought Collins, the high-spirited, loving, caring, father-she-never-had, would ever get sick. Just like any child looked at their father as their hero, Mimi looked at Collins as her hero. She never thought she would have to hold his hand and comfort him as he lie in the hospital bed near death.
The ambulance took Collins away and Angel began to get dressed. So many thoughts were going through her head. This is not happening. Not my Collins. Angel thought as tears poured out of her eyes. Her worst fears had become this terrible reality. "No", was the only thing she could say.
She and Mimi ran down the street towards the loft. Angel could tell that Mimi was iffy about going back but she knew that Mimi did it for Collins. "Meems", Angel said breathless. "Hm", Mimi managed in between breaths. " Thanks for...you know"."Angel, if I could count how many times you and Collins helped me," Mimi began. Angel interrupted her. "I know and we do it because we love you. Its just that". She looked at Mimi and stopped. Gut wrenching sobs shook her body in Mimi's small fragile arms. "I'm scared."
Mimi's POV
I never thought I would see Angel like this. Her usually joyous eyes were red from crying and her normal confident stance was gone, replaced by a shaking curled-up mess. I helped her make it to the loft and knocked. I never knocked before but I don't think I'm welcome to waltz in anymore. I hear footsteps walk to the door. Sluggish and dragged out. Roger. "Open the damn door!" That came out worse than I meant it to. Roger opened the door looking furious, not that I can blame him. But his face changed when he saw Angel. He quickly helped me to pick Angel up and sat her on the sofa. Roger looked at me, "What happened", he was really nervous. I didn't know if I could say it. "Collins is in the hospital", I said before collapsing against Angel and crying harder than ever.
A/N: Sorry about the sad chapter but it gets better...not in chapter 4 but soon! Thanx for reading and reviews and constructive criticism are welcome. If you have anything you'd like to see happen feel free to tell me. Again thanx for all of you reviews. Born2bBad- Your story rocks. L.M.Ward- I agree A straight Collins would be every girls dream. And that's why he's gay! That's Poetic and IDontOwnEmotion- Thanx you guys are awesome!