Here's Chapter 2... This is dedicated to sonsofpitchesfangirl, Leondra, and Jacinda for reviewing Chapter 1! Thanks, guys. :)
Mark heard Roger's sharp intake of breath, and saw his green eyes darken for a moment. Fortunately, he didn't say anything right then. He merely squeezed Mark's hand and offered him a gentle smile. He sat beside Mark in the ambulance, holding his hand, and murmuring words of reassurance.
Roger stayed at Mark's side until the doctors in the emergency room forced him out. "I'll be back as soon as I can, Mark. I promise," Roger said, as the nurse practically threw him out the door.
Mark sighed. He had hoped that this moment would never come. Unless I got AIDS before him, the nagging little voice in the back of Mark's head reminded him. The doctor stuck his arm with an IV, and the pain caused Mark to wince and snap back to the moment at hand.
"Mr. Cohen, fortunately your wound is not too serious. We'll stitch it up for you, and we'll keep you here overnight for observation, just to make sure you don't develop an infection. I don't think you will – you're remarkably healthy – but it's standard procedure for patients with HIV." The doctor spoke without actually looking Mark in the face. Mark had gotten used to it, ever since he was diagnosed.
Another doctor came in, and added some medication to Mark's IV. "I'm just going to give you a local anesthetic, and stitch up your wound. You shouldn't feel anything." Mark nodded. He winced at the injection of the anesthetic, and then nodded off, asleep.
The sound of the doctor's voice woke Mark. "Mr. Cohen? You're all stitched up. Twelve stitches took care of it." The doctor smiled. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Yeah," Mark nodded, "A friend of mine came in with me, but was sent out when the doctor started to examine me. His name's Roger Davis…"
"I'll find him for you." The doctor cut him off before she strode out of the room.
"Thank you," Mark called after her, knowing his words were unheard.