1In Strife
September 21st 1990
When Joanne got a call saying Angel was sick, she had completely dropped work and rushed to see her. She had been surprised little by the fact that everyone else was there too. Of course Collins, Mark, Mimi, Maureen, and Roger all wanted to be by Angel's side in her time of need. Roger of all had looked the least bit anxious, and Joanne assumed that he was just as hostile as ever. Mark looked somewhat concerned but didn't say much. He was almost as bad as Roger at some points. Mimi and Collins were the only ones that seemed like they had to be there. Maureen well...she was there. Being there was the only thing Joanne expected that Angel would get from her. And maybe a cheap card here and there.
September 30th 1990
Multiple meetings had taken place between the friends over the passing days. Angel's slowly decreasing health was the only difference between those times. Mimi wasn't looking very well either. She had been going through a major withdrawal lately trying to get herself off drugs and it couldn't be determined weather that was helping or not. On this particular day, she was almost as pale as Angel. Her body obviously wasn't accepting the changes very well and Joanne knew as well as the others that the last thing Mimi wanted was to worry Angel about something like this. And day after day, she continued to stay clean.
October 11th 1990
Every time Joanne was in Angel's room Collins would always be next to the bed. He would always cheer her up and keep her company when everyone else had gone. His little acts of kindness were thoughtful yet heartbreaking. He had also made daily attempts to bring Angel's health up. Joanne knew deep down all of these things Collins was doing to help would soon be in vain. Angel had become as fragile as ever, not doing very much moving around. Confined to her bed, she decided that what she lacked in physical mobility, she would make up in talking. It seemed all she'd ever do was to talk. About past experiences, family, hospital food,...or the cute male doctors. Specifically during these conversations Joanne had been more than obliging to go get Angel a cup of water, awkwardly stepping out to avoid giving her opinion in the subject.
October 24th 1990
Angel was coming close to an end. As much as no one wanted to admit it, it was true. Days before, Joanne noticed bruises or sores of some kind showing up on Angel's face, neck, and other body parts. Visiting had become very quiet and somber. The few group of friends could only do as much as give comforting words of advice and help Angel get her daily dose of medication. Doctors said she would have about a week, but they had been saying that for sometime now. Joanne could tell they were surprised she's survived this long. If it had been anyone else, they would have been gone days, hell, weeks ago. No one wanted to see this happen. To Angel least of all. Everybody, Collins, Mark, and even Roger couldn't bear to think of the day Angel would leave. Especially Collins. He had done so much to help over the long, torturing month. How would he take it when his one true love died? How would any of us take it?
October 28th 1990
Oh my god. Oh my god. This can't happen. Not now. No please. Please not now. Joanne had gotten a call late at night. Why did this happen! She never did anything wrong. Please. Oh god. It was Maureen, she was crying. I'm sorry baby. So sorry. I just found out. Collins was there. So sad. I'm sorry. She had gotten a call from Collins at the hospital. God. Why now. Why! It's horrible. Can't be true. No. Your lying. It's not true! Angel was dead.