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Disclaimer: I don't own Rent
Mark stood outside the hospital room, his back to the white wall and his breathing heavy. He clenched his fists and breathed in and out. It was an almost daily ritual for him. He would get up, eat Cap'n Crunch, and head on over to the hospital to see Roger. It was hard to walk around the loft without hearing obnoxious guitar chords or Roger's sarcastic comments. Taking another deep breath, Mark felt around himself for his camera. He couldn't find it. Camera, camera… oh right, it's at home, he thought remembering that his only haven was back at the loft.
He took another deep breath, his nails scratching against the white walls. He closed his eyes, trying to find the courage to enter Roger's room. He really didn't know what he was afraid of. Mark had never really liked hospitals, but he'd never been afraid of them… until now. Maybe it was the machines. Maybe it was the overpowering white of the walls, the beds, the sheets… Maybe it was because he knew that even though he would leave the room every day, Roger may never leave.
Fin