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Chapter Fourteen:

Joanne sat by Mark's bedside, holding the filmmaker's hand in hers. The action was a reassurance. She knew that as long as she felt that Mark was physically there, it meant that there was hope. And hope was beginning to fade within the group as the fourth day of waiting rolled around.

"You have some nerve to do this, you know that?" Joanne started, her tone playful but filled with sadness, "You never were good with talking about how you felt, Maureen told me that. But you didn't have to do this."

The lawyer could feel tears stinging her eyes as she straightened herself in her seat. She had been holding the words, the anger back for so many days that it was becoming harder and harder to keep her composure. Between trying to look after her girlfriend and her friends, there was no time for herself and no time for her own emotions to set in. Now that Maureen was finally calm and able to take care of herself, Joanne took the opportunity to have her own time alone with the filmmaker.

She just didn't expect her emotions to get the best of her.

"We're all here for you," she said, feeling all the hurt start to spill forth. "So, why did you come to any of us? I told you that you could come and talk to me. It wasn't a problem!"

How can this hurt so much? She asked herself as she wiped away the tears that had started to cascade down her face. She didn't know if it was the fact that she felt helpless for not being able to help Mark when he was able to help her or the fact that Mark didn't seem to be able to talk to her. They were friends, they were supposed to trust and support each other. So where was she?

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. But you shouldn't have done this."

Where the hell were we all? She wondered.

"You are such an idiot!"

We should have paid more attention to him.

And Joanne squeezed Mark's hand as she lowered her head, trying to regain her composure. Then she felt it.

Mark's fingers twitched.

"Mark?" Joanne whispered, her breath catching in her throat as she rose from her seat, leaning over the filmmaker.

His head moved and slowly, his eyelids opened.

"Mark?" Joanne asked again, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.

"Joanne?" the filmmaker asked, his voice hoarse and just below a whisper.

"I'm going to get a doctor," the lawyer said, squeezing Mark's hand, "Just… just don't do anything."

As she turned to leave, Mark spoke again, "I am not an idiot…"

And Joanne gave a soft laugh before heading out of the room to grab the next doctor she saw.

Roger paced outside of Mark's door, not knowing what else to do. Joanne had gotten him, telling him that Mark was awake. However, he couldn't walk into that room. Doctors were still examining Mark to make sure that he was alright and Roger, himself, felt nervous. He didn't know how to face his roommate, especially since he had yet to get over what had happened before this incident.

What do I say to him? He asked himself as he clasped and unclasped his hands. How do I even start a conversation?

"Hey, have the doctors said anything?" Joanne asked as she walked up to the musician.

"Huh?" Roger shook himself out of his thoughts, "No, no… they're still looking him over."

"Are you okay?"

"Just… don't know what to do."

"Just talk to him."

Roger nodded, but he really didn't know how to even begin talking to Mark. What do you say to your best friend who's in love with you? Roger asked himself. What do you say to someone that tried to commit suicide? 'Hey, how was your coma?' That's stupid!

"I called Maureen, Collins, and Benny," Joanne said, "I thought about waking up Mimi, but she's been getting only as much sleep as you have."

"Yeah, she should keep resting," Roger said, not quite listening to what the lawyer was saying. It was as if he was on autopilot, he just couldn't bring himself to fully focus.

"Hey," Roger looked over at Joanne who laid a hand on his shoulder, "It'll be okay."

The door to Mark's room opened and a doctor and nurse walked out, carting a table of supplies with them. The doctor smiled at the two standing in the hall.

"I'm happy to say that Mr. Cohen is doing well. We'll be keeping him for observation for another day or two, just to make sure that everything is alright." The doctor said in a friendly tone, "However, I want to recommend therapy."

"Therapy?" Roger asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"Mr. Cohen tried to take his life. He'll have to seek professional help."

"But--"

Joanne cut Roger off before he could say anymore, "Thank you, doctor. For letting us know. If you could just give us a number or perhaps something to help us understand this whole process more, it'd be wonderful."

"Of course, I'll have the nurse hand them to you when Mr. Cohen signs his release forms."

"Thank you."

As the doctor walked away, Roger turned to Joanne, "You can't be serious about sending him to therapy."

"It's his choice," the lawyer answered, "I just had to make it seem like we would actually do something. Doctors can be pushy."

"Oh."

Roger fell silent again, wondering what his next move would be. Could he actually face Mark now that he was awake?

"Are you going to go in?" Joanne asked, giving Roger a gentle push, "Or are you scared that you're freeze up?"

"I just-just don't know what to do," the musician answered. He shook his head and turned away from the room, "I can't! I can't--"

Joanne's hand gripping his shoulder tight made him look at her. Her features were calm, but he could see a fire burning in her eyes, "Don't walk away from him again."

"You don't understand…"

"Then help me understand! You act like you're the only one going through something right now! But you're not!"

Roger shook his head and shrugged off Joanne. He knew he should be walking into Mark's room to talk to him, to try and understand what happened, but he couldn't do it. He was scared and the thought of confronting his best friend was the one of the most terrifying things he could think of at the moment.

So he did the only thing he knew to do.

He walked away.

Joanne didn't understand how something so simple could make her feel so angry. She could truly say that she hated Roger Davis at the moment. She couldn't understand how someone simply walked away from a friend, especially one that had just survived a suicide attempt. What is wrong with him? She asked herself as she stepped into Mark's room. She was the only one there at the moment and knew that she had to be the one to talk to the filmmaker.

"Hey, Mark," Joanne greeted with a weak smile as she approached the bed.

"I heard shouting," Mark said, his voice still raspy from not having been used for days.

The lawyer sat down in the chair next to the filmmaker's bed, "Yeah, there was some commotion in the hall."

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I can never do anything right…"

"Mark…"

"I'm sorry for making you worry," Mark said, tears welling up in his eyes, "I really thought I'd do something right this time."

"No, Mark. No, no, no, don't say that," Joanne tried as she took Mark's hand into her own, "Don't you dare say that."

"I don't know what to do. I just don't."

And Joanne didn't know what to say as she leaned forward and pulled Mark into her arms, hugging him, holding him to let him know that she was there. There was something desperate in the embrace, a part of her wanting to extend the kind of support that she had received from the filmmaker.

"We'll work through this," she said, softly, not knowing what else to do.

Author's Note: Okay, so this was short, but the only reason is because the progression of the story is making it so. I couldn't quite fit the next train of thought into this chapter. Have you ever just had something you really wanted to add to chapter but knew that it would make more sene in another chapter? yeah, that's how I felt with this chapter.

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