A/N: Woohoo! I'm on a frickin roll! I did this during P.E. (like I promised I would)…hope its okay. I was a little distracted at the time.
The drive to the hospital was a quiet one. Benny just drove as fast as he could without breaking any laws, Mark just stared out his window, glancing back at Collins and Angel every once in a while. The dark skinned man had Angel's head in his lap and was stroking his short hair, lightly. There was a bruise forming on his cheek and t her was dried blood from the wound on his forehead. Collins had never seen Angel with a paper cut, so seeing him like this put him a state of shock. There was only one clear thought running through his mind. "This is all my fault." He muttered softly. Mark swiveled around in his seat. "What?"
"This all my fault" repeated Collins. "If I hadn't been so stupid to think.." he looked back down at his Angel, "This never would have happened." He whispered. The truth was, h didn't know what the 'this' was. He had no clue what happened to Angel. Was he raped? Was he just taking a piss in the alleyway and then he got jumped? He preferred the latter. He didn't really prefer either options but if it came down it and Angel had been raped…he couldn't imagine what he'd do. His Angel…being violated. The thought boiled anger in his gut. "What?" Benny asked, "What happened?". Mark shook his head at Benny, silently warning him not to continue. Benny didn't bring it up again.
When they arrived at the hospital they carried Angel in and a nurse spotted them and immediately called for a doctor. Collins was glad, he was afraid that they'd have to wait. A few doctors came around with a stretcher and took Angel out of Collins arms. He watched as Angel was wheeled away. Another nurse handed him an information form that needed to be filled out. Mark, seeing that Collins was still in shock, took the papers and led them to the waiting room where they all sat down. Mark started filling out what he could of the forms, Benny picked up a magazine and started flicking through it, and Collins just sat there and stared at his shoes. After about twenty minutes, Collins seemed to come back to reality. His head snapped up and he looked around as if he wasn't sure where he was. He then remembered and sat back in his chair, took the information sheet from Mark and started filling out the rest. About ten minutes after that a doctor came towards them. Mark and Collins stood up but Benny, feeling out of place, stayed put. "You are the guys that came in with the Latino boy?" asked the doctor. Mark nodded and Collins just made a grunting noise. "Yes," Mark said, "His name is Angel Schunard."
"Ah, okay. Well the good news is, he'll be in fine physical form when his wounds heal, he has a rather large scrape on his head, which we already have stitched up, and he also has some wounds that indicate rape. Would you know anything about that?" Collins looked up, "He was found in an alley with his pants down, that's all we know…" he said, his voice raspy and devoid of any emotion whatsoever. "Right," said the doctor, "We'll do an STD testing then, just incase, no need to wor-"
"He already has AIDS" said Mark quickly.
"…Oh, okay." The doctor said tentatively. "Well he's resting in room number 75, he is awake, we have a psychologist questioning him now. You can visit him in about thirty minutes." The doctor gave them a smile and then walked away. Collins was speechless. He collapsed on to the chair behind him and broke down. He buried his face in his hands a sobbed, a million thoughts were racing through his head. He could hear the voices of Mark and Benny trying to comfort him but it didn't help. His Angel had been raped. The ultimate violation. Stripped of all dignity. He had to be in pain right now and Collins wasn't there to comfort him. There was just this stranger with a PhD in there with him. Then a thought occurred to Collins. Would Angel even want him to comfort him? Could Angel still be mad with him? He had to know. He wanted to dash up to room number 75 and hold his Angel and tell him that everything was okay and that he loved him and he was so, so sorry. But he didn't do that. He just slumped back in his seat and cried until there were no tears left to shed and waited.
A/N: Aw…the things I do to poor Collins…Reviews are food for the starving artist!