1A/N: CAUTION You are now entering extremely angst-y and depressing chapters. Those with low tolerance should stop reading now. I promised angst so here you go! I really hate myself for writing these chapters.. My poor baby! Author cries uncontrollably for hurting her favorite character Wink wink So enjoy and keep your Kleenex near.
Chapter Six
2:00 pm
As they exited the East Village Hospital; Roger, Collins, Angel and Mimi felt a sense of relief settle over them. The past two days had been nightmare and they finally woke up.
" I've got an idea! Lets go party at the loft", Roger announced breaking the calming silence.
"Wow, Roger finally thinks" , Mimi said sarcastically for which she received a playful nudge.
"Okay, Rog, you get the booze and I'll..", he said as he lifted Angel and Mimi, " Get the chicks!"
"Thomas B. Collins, you put me down this instant. I cant believe you, just getting out of the hospital and picking up not one but two women", Angel said laughing.
"Technically Ang...", Collins trailed off.
"Shut up you", Angel said with false anger trying desperately not to laugh.
All four began happily walking to the loft.
4:00 pm
The old hinges of the loft door squeaked as Roger opened it and the others stepped inside. The loft was quiet and the silence unnerved them.
"Mark", Roger called into the empty loft. His echo was his only answer.
"He's probably out filming", Mimi said as she walked into the kitchen and set down the bags of foods they had bought earlier. With Angel's money of course.
The mood began to lighten again so Angel and Mimi began to make dinner. Collins set the table and helped cook. Things felt normal again. But somehow Roger couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
4:35 pm
"Wow...how long has it been since we all sat together like this", Collins laughed.
"Too long", Roger said.
"Well I'm gonna be the moment ruiner 'cause I really gotta pee," Mimi said as everyone else laughed.
"Must you be so vulgar"
"Hello..I'm an exotic dancer", Mimi said sending them all into hysterical laughter.
Mimi made her way to the bathroom and dinner went on. No more than 30 seconds later they heard and ear piercing screech. "Roger!"
Roger POV
I knew it, Roger thought to himself, I knew that we couldn't be happy for more than five goddamn seconds.
He prayed to the God that he'd never truly believed in until Mimi, of course, that she was okay. He didn't know what he'd do without her. Please, God, let her be okay. When he reached the bathroom door he saw why Mimi had screamed and stopped breathing. He couldn't believe what he saw. He shook his head in disbelief.
A/N: Don't cha just hate when us authors do that? But I couldn't help it! The drama goes on and you'll all probably hate me but that's okay because in the end you'll change your mind I PROMISE! I wrote myself into a corner that's why I had to change the story plz don't get mad!