A/N: Okay, I am so sorry that it took me so long to spit this chapter out, I'm kind of overdue for one. But I have so much going on, and at the moment I'm addicted to my other story. So I hope this chapter doesn't make you too sad. I think it's the one I've been dreading to write. Maybe that's why I didn't write it for so long…

Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson's.

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Mark's POV

"Did you call them?" Roger asks, finally bringing his face away from being buried in his hands. His big droopy eyes stare up sadly at me, and I place my fingers lightly on his shoulder.

"Yea. They said that they're gonna come as soon as they can. Collins said he would be right over and Joanne and Maureen said they would leave as soon as we got off the phone." I sit down next to him in Mimi's room and he sighs. We've been here almost every day the past few weeks, visiting Mimi, bringing her everything we possibly can to make her happy. Or make her comfortable. It's been two days since two weeks passed. On that day, Roger refused to leave Mimi's room. He was so afraid that she would just drift off the second he went to the bathroom or tried to get some sleep. My reassuring didn't help. Now, we just found out from a fairly annoying and cold doctor that Mimi only has a few hours left. News that struck Roger to his very soul. I have no idea how he is going to make it through this. Losing April almost killed him, and if it's possible, he loved Mimi more.

Lately I've felt useless to everyone. I can't stop Mimi from dying, I can't stop Roger from crying, I can't give Roger what he wants. But I guess right now all he wants is Mimi. That's definitely something I can't give him. I just wish I knew how to make him smile. Even during horrible times like this. But for now, I guess I will just have to become content with being ignored.

"I can't believe this…by tomorrow she will be gone." He whispers, trying not to wake Mimi. The machines are sort of loud for a hospital, and I doubt that Mimi actually has ample time to sleep with all of the nurses coming in constantly. But Roger is too considerate to wake her up just for his sake.

"I know. But, she will be out of pain when she finally goes." I scoot my chair closer to him, and lean down to kiss his shoulder lightly, through the fabric of his blue shirt. He looks over to flash me a sad smile, something that calms me like none other. But I'm not the one who needs calming.

"You're right. It's just…going to feel so different when she's gone. I've known this is coming for a while, but I don't think it will hit me until she's gone." I'm surprised that he's talking so much, that he's not distant. His hand reaches over to grasp mine, and I hold it tightly. I see tears run down his cheeks, and brush my thumb lightly against the clammy skin of his hand to make him feel better.

"I'm sorry Roger." He grips my hand tighter, nodding, but unable to speak. I feel like I could do so much more, but I don't know what. Maybe I should leave him alone with Mimi. But now I think he just needs someone to be here for him. I don't know how he will act around everyone else. He never wanted to be in this position. I remember a conversation we once had while Angel was in the hospital. Roger felt horrible that he couldn't console Collins like he wanted to. He couldn't imagine the pain of having everyone come in and watch Angel wither away. Now, that's what pain he's feelings.

"Thank you for staying here Mark." He stares lovingly into my eyes, and brings our connected hands up to his lips to kiss. I smile and brush the hair out of his face, intentionally wiping a tear away at the same time.

"You're welcome. I love you."

"I love you too. You're all I need right now. I'm sorry if I've been ignoring…" His voice become hostile and guilt-ridden, pressure and stress that he certainly doesn't need right now. I lay my hand on his neck, cupping his cheek slightly with the tips of my fingers.

"Hey. Don't worry about me. I understand completely. You shouldn't feel bad." I explain, even though I have felt quite ignored. But telling him that would be so completely selfish. I know I shouldn't have these feelings, but they push against my best judgment at times. I know he loves me, and that's all I need for now.

"All right." His eyes wearily shut, a side effect from not sleeping much over the past two weeks. Three seconds later they snap open, and he sighs heavily. I know he wants to sleep, but can't. I don't blame him. Not when Mimi has such limited time. I look over to see her peacefully sleeping in the bed next to us, and almost on cue, she opens her eyes dozily.

"Roger…" Her voice squeaks out quietly, and Roger immediately lets go of my hand to replace it with hers. I clench my jaw to keep from spilling out tears, and grip harshly and violently to the arm of the chair I'm sitting in.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Uhh…I…tired. It…hurts." She whispers, and Roger kisses her hand gently.

"I know. It will all be gone soon. Don't worry." He tries to keep her calm, although he's not too calm himself. I'm not really sure if Mimi knows that she only has a few hours left. I'm sure she assumes it's not going to be much longer, but if I were dying, I don't know if I'd want to be informed as to when I'm going to pass.

"Mark?" I hear come from the doorway, and see Collins, Maureen and Joanne slowly make their way into the hospital room. Maureen tightly clutches flowers in her hand, almost crushing them with the force. Joanne smiles kindly at me before glancing over at Roger and Mimi together, then the smile fades quickly away. Collins almost rushes to sit next to Mimi on the bed, prompting her to weakly giggle; probably the first time I have heard her laugh in the past few weeks.

"You doin' all right babe?" Collins asks, and she nods slowly. Maureen replaces the wilting flowers in the yellow vase by the bed with her new ones, before sitting across from me in another blue, leather-like chair.

"She's strong." Joanne grasps onto Mimi's foot, shaking it lightly and holding back tears. I think that's something we all have in common. Not being able to cry.

"I try." Mimi sighs, before coughing harshly. Roger hands her a tissue, and when she accepts it, leans back in his chair.

"Roger have you been getting any sleep?" Maureen asks, flashing me a concerned look, like I should be taking care of him while he's taking care of Mimi. She's right, I should be. I don't know if I've done a very good job of it though. Roger looks over hesitantly at me, before rubbing his eyes lightly.

"Some. I guess not that much. But, you shouldn't be worrying about me right now." His voice lowers and he manages to sit back up next to Mimi.

"Oh, stop being so sad you guys. Come on. We should be talking about good things and laughing. I don't want to die with all of you crying over me." Mimi laughs, her voice surprisingly strong and sure of herself. We all give each other looks of shock. Mimi has just acknowledged that she's about to die, something that we couldn't even do. But I guess she's just ready for it. Something that makes me proud to be her friend. I gently lean forward to see Roger's reaction, pressing my elbows against the arms of the chair and hitching my hands together. He's smiling carefully and sadly, and I know inside he wishes he could start sobbing. "No one's going to talk?" Mimi looks around, and Collins laughs.

"You sure have a lot of energy Meems. Even when you're sitting in a hospital bed, you're still your old feisty self." He smiles widely, brushing her cheek lightly with his hand.

"You know something I've always wanted to know?" Maureen speaks up, and we all turn our attention to her. She's nervously picking at the plastic of the bar by Mimi's feet, while holding Joanne's hand in hers.

"Hmm?" I answer.

"Never mind. I don't want to bring this up…."

"Mo, just do it." Mimi giggles, and Maureen blushes.

"Well…you guys don't have to answer this…but I was just wondering, if it weren't for Angel…do you think…" She lets out a huge breath, sniffing occasionally and stealing looks at Joanne. "Do you think we would be as close as we all are now?" I close my eyes, thinking about Angel. I haven't allowed my mind to consider her in a long time. Angel was the one who kept us all together.

"She kept us all together." Mimi whispers, and we all nod in agreement. "I miss her." Tears beat against my eyes, threatening more than ever to spill over. Roger clutches Mimi's hand tightly, trying to keep her from crying. I don't know what I would do without everyone. If Angel hadn't kept us together, my life would be drastically different. Angel is the reason that we are all together today.

"Well I know that Roger and Mark would have stayed together, even without Angel." Collins jokes, and we all laugh in relief. We all needed a laugh at the moment. Roger leans back and pecks me on the cheek, making me blush and Mimi smile. His eyes connect with mine as he finds my hand once again, giving me comfort and making me feel like I haven't really lost him to Mimi. The room becomes silent again, and Mimi drifts into a slow sleep.

They call her two hours later.

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Notes: Okay, I know that that wasn't long, but I wanted to keep it short. The next chapters will be longer. I owe it to you guys. That was quite possibly the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Kill Mimi. Oh God, I hate myself. But please review.