A/N: This chapter made me almost cry...so if you almost cry please know that your not alone. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Chapter Seven
Roger POV
How could this happen? Just this morning he was smiling and joking and now he's lying on the
floor. My best friend. The man who preached to others about living life and how bad suicide
was. "You fuckin' hypocrite."
The sirens sounded too eerily familiar to Roger. The loud car alarm like sounds still made his
eyes sting and bile rise to his throat. "Why Mark? How Mark? How in the world did I walk into
my bathroom today and find my best friend lying on the fucking floor with track fucking marks
in his arms?" That was all Roger could think as he sat in the back of the ambulance, holding
Mark's cold hand. Please don't die, Mark, Please.
In The Hospital 10:00 pm
Mimi watched Roger desperately begging on his knees for Mark not to die. She could hear him
saying " Please God, don't let Mark die. You can have my life but please don't take him." It
broke her heart to see Roger like that. She knew Roger and Mark were best friends but she hadn't
realized how much Roger really needed Mark. They were like brothers. Seeing Roger losing his
best friend, brother and life support brought warm, wet tears to her eyes.
A/N: Will Mark live? Will Roger ever be happy? Where are Angel and Collins? Why the hell isn't Mark in the ER? When will I get over my crappy writers block? Will they loose they're dignity? Sry couldn't resist! Answers in the following chapters...well not to my evil, persistent writers block...anwayz thanx for reading and I love all of you! Sry about the short chapter...once again evil writers block!