Mark searched around the kitchen. "We don't have any food Collins."

"I could have told you that." Collins pointed out.

"Well I guess Roger won't be getting any food." Mark said as he walked over to Rogers room. He opened the door and saw Roger curled up in a ball in the middle of his bed sweating, and shaking. He seemed to be in the middle of a bad dream, he was yelling and seemed scared.

"No...Mark help...need hit...Marky! Marky!...help me...no...no...drugs...please don't leave me...Mark!"

Mark ran over and and put his hand on the Rockers forehead. His yelling immeadiatly subsided and the shaking calmed down. "Shh...shh Roger its ok...shh. I will never leave you, I promise."

Mark got up and walked into his room. He grabbed some blankets and walked back to Roger. He laid the blankets down on him and brushed the hair out of his eyes. "I promise." He said before he turned and walked out of the room.

"Hey is he ok?"

"Yeah Collins he's fine, just sleeping. Hey listen I need you to go out and get some food and..." He walked in to the bathroom. "Yeah just as I thought Rogers almost out of AZT. So will you go get some food and AZT?"

"Um...sure." Collins said standing in the doorway.

"Look I'd go but I'm afraid to leave him again. I don't want him to wake up and me not be here."

"Yeah I understand Mark, but there's a little thing called money that we're missing."

Mark pulled a fifty out of his pocket and handed it to Collins. "Here this should cover it."

"W...what...where the hell did you get this?"

"It doesn't matter just go get food Roger needs it, we all do."

"Ok" Collins replied with a confused looked as he walked out of the loft. "I hope weren't out whoring yourself on the streets." He said with a laugh.

Mark fell back onto the couch and closed his eyes. Collins was not going to find out where he got that money.

Earlier that day:

Mark left the loft and walked down the street camera in hand. His head still hurt from when Roger threw him against the wall.

He walked over to the park and sat down on a bench, and tears began to flow from his eyes. Dealing with Roger was hard, but he wanted to help him, he needed to help him.

Just then someone walked up and sat down beside him.

"Hey pookie what's wrong?" He looked up and saw Maureen staring at him.

"Nothing."

"Mark I'm not stupid tell me." She demanded.

"Well, I dunno I'm just stressed I guess, with Roger and all. Plus we are completely out of food, neither Collins or I have eaten in a few days we gave what was left to Roger. So now I need to figure out how to get money to buy us food, so we don't starve."

"Oh pookie." She wrapped her arm around him. "I'm sorry. You two can't keep sacrificing yourselves for him."

"No, we have to Mo. He's weaker then we are, he needs it. Just help me figure out how to get money."

"Well let's see...Well I know you probably don't wanna do this but you could go ask Benny."

"What no!" Mark exclaimed. "Any other ideas?"

"Well you could always whore yourself on the street." Maureen said playfully.

"Um...No"

"Well I'm out of ideas."

Mark sighed. "I guess I'll go ask Benny, I can't just sit by and watch Roger die." Mark got up. "Bye Maureen."

"Bye Marky."

Mark began to walk in the direction of Bennys apartment. He couldn't believe he was going to go beg for money from Benny. He dried the tears from his eyes as he walked up to Bennys apartment. If he had had any pride left at all he would not have knocked on the door at that moment.

Benny opened the door to find Mark standing there, his eyes shrink wrapped in tears. "Oh..um...Mark hi. Come in."

"Thanks." Mark said as he walked inside.

"Do you want some coffee or something?"

"No...No I'm fine."

"Hows Roger coming along?"

"He's ok. Thats actually kinda the reason I'm here. Well this has all been really hard and well...none of us have eaten in a few days, we gave the last of the food to Roger since he's so weak. Well, we have no food and no money and if I remember correctly Roger is almost out of AZT. So um..."

"Look Mark, I know we didn't part on the best of terms but Rogers my friend and I don't want to see him die or get hooked again, I'd be happy to help."

"Thank you so much Benny. I didn't want to have to come ask you but I didn't have another option."

"I know Mark, how much do you need?" Benny pulled out his wallet.

"Whatever you can give will help."

"Here's $200. That should last you guys a while." Benny handed Mark the money.

"No, Benny thats too much." Mark tried to hand it back.

"No its not Mark I want to help, take it."

Mark reluctantly put the money in his pocket. "Thank you Benny you have no idea how much this will help."

"Anytime Mark, I'm here for you guys."

Mark began to walk out the door. "Oh and um..."

"Yes I'll turn your heat back on."

"Thanks." Mark muttered before turing and walking out the door.