A/N: Hello, my Rentheads. For those of you who bother to read it, "Today 4 Us" will be updated shortly. If you haven't read it, please do! Anyway, I got crap for not putting one in my last story, so here's your disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own (emotion, I) Rent. But Dar is mine...
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"What the fuck?" Mark moaned, rolling over jadedly. He felt like he'd been hit by a bus. An 18 wheel bus. He opened his eyes but immediately squeezed them shut against the blinding light. For a moment, he thought he was dead or something. Then he forced his eyes open and realized that he was in a hospital. "Good God, what the fuck?" He repeated.
"Your blood alcohol content was almost twice the legal limit, that's what," said a woman. He glanced up through his long lashes and saw a young doctor standing over him. "You should be glad you're no dead on the street somewhere."
He groaned and sat up. "I really shouldn't drink," he mumbled.
"No shit, Sherlock."
Mark rolled his eyes. "You have an attitude problem."
"And you have a drinking problem."
"Do not."
"Twice the legal limit."
"Hey come on," he protested, "It was a one time thing. We were celebrating."
She smiled. "Who's we?"
"My friend and me. She said lots and lots of beer was the only way to celebrate."
"Peer pressure," she laughed. "Why were you celebrating? Is she pregnant? Because if she is, I hope she wasn't drinking as much as you."
"No," he said grinning. "I got a job offer, that's all. So she took me out." Suddenly his eyes widened. "Oh my god…Mimi."
The doctor raised an eyebrow. "What's a Mimi?"
"My friend," he said. "Is she in the hospital, too? Because she was just as drunk as I was."
She thought for a second. "Latina? Long hair? Cute?"
"Yeah," he said. "That's Mimi."
The doctor nodded. "That's the chick that brought you in here. She was quite hammered herself, so I sent her home. She asked me to tell you that, um...oh, that she wanted you to call her when you were feeling up to it and she and Robert would visit as soon as she was sober."
"Roger," he corrected. "Good." He let out another moan. "When can I go home?"
"A few days," she said. "When you can walk a line. By the way, I'm Doctor Horwitz." She gave him a strange little pat on the head and left. Only a few moments later, Roger came in.
"Hey, douche bag," he chirped, plopping down on the chair by Mark's bed. "Only immediate family is allowed to visit, so if anyone asks, I'm your brother. Your handsome older brother. Look, don't resent me just because I got the good looks from 'mom and dad.''
"Hi, Roger," Mark said.
"So, what happened?"
Mark shrugged. "I was hoping you could tell me. I got drunk with your girlfriend. That's all I remember."
"Yeah, she mentioned that. So, I take it you got the job."
"Yup!" He grinned broadly.
"Woot." Roger said. "So…who was the girl with the red hair?"
"Who?" Mark murmured. "Oh, her. Nobody. Just the doctor. Doctor Somethingwitz."
"Ah," said Roger with a nod. "How illegal of you."
"Oh, come on, Roger," he said, but he was laughing. "Well, how's Mimi?'
"Now? Hangover. But last night? Tipsy. And when she's drunk, she's wild."
Mark stuck out his tongue and made a face. "Bleh, Rog. Don't be gross. I'm already sick. So you can stop there.
"Well," he said, getting touchy feely, "I'm glad you're not…you know…dead…and stuff."
"Thanks buddy."
Dr. Horwitz came back around noon to take some blood. Great, Mark thought, Dr. Attitude. "Hello, Mr. Cohen," she said, "Did you sleep well?"
"It's Mark, and yeah, I guess."
"How are you feeling?"
"Groggy," he said. "And bored."
"Story of my life," she said. She closed the curtain around them and climbed onto the end of the bed, where she sat cross-legged. Mark stared, confused. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a deck of cards. "Go fish?" she asked. "I should be on a break, anyway. I've been working fore 19 hours." He nodded. "So," she said, dealing 7 cards to each of them, "You said you'd gotten a job offer?"
"Yeah. CNN," he said proudly.
"Really?" The doctor look as a Priest might act if a nun told him she was getting a sex change. Well, maybe not quite that surprised. "You don't look boring enough to be a weatherman."
"No, no, no," he replied. "I'm a filmmaker. They hired me to direct local news stories."
"Hm. Sounds like a big deal."
"I guess," he said, prudently downplaying his own pride. "Got any threes?"
"Go fish." She stared at him for a moment. "So, no ring 'cause you couldn't afford one…or because you're not married?"
"Are you asking if I'm single?"
"Maybe. Got any aces?"
"Uh-huh. Here." He gave her the card. "And yeah, I'm single. Why?"
"Just curious. Your turn."
"Got any Kings?" She shook her head. He grabbed another card from the deck. "What about you?" he asked, noticing for the first time the brightness of the mass of red hair on her head that she'd pulled back into a tight bun. "Married?"
"Single. Got any fours?"
He deliberately didn't react and handed her his four card. "I suck ass at Go Fish."
"Indeed," she agreed happily. A big male nurse, who looked more like a body guard, poked his head trough the curtain.
"You're needed in the E.R., Darcy," he said to her.
"Be there in a sec, Moose." She turned to Mark. "I'd better go. Thanks for entertaining me. Oh, and don't ever gamble. Because you really do suck at cards." She climbed off the bed and followed Moose out of the room.
"Bye," he said, after she'd gone. "Darcy."
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