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Rainy Dreams
Roger sat in the waiting room at the hospital. He hated hospitals. He knew that this was the one place where all his friends, except Mark and Maureen, would die painfully. He sighed. He kept staring at the door, nervously, expecting Mimi to come bursting through the door, yelling at him. He had not told her he was coming here. After Mimi left for work, Mark had come down and told him the hospital had a new prescription for him and Roger headed towards the hospital.
"Davis," said a young girl, behind the counter of the front desk.
Roger stood up, feeling out of place.
"Room 217," she sighed, popping her gum.
"217," whispered a hoarse voice from the corner of the room. Roger turned and saw two older women talking. "That is the Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome room. He must be positive."
"Poor soul," said the old lady sitting next to her.
Roger stomped away from their voices and searched for the room. When he found it, he opened the door and saw a man with a clipboard.
"Roger?"
"Yes?" Roger sat down on the table, not sure of what to do.
"Here is your new prescription. It is a stronger one," the doctor said. "You got our message, correct?"
"No," he said. "My roommate relayed the message to me."
"You aren't responding well to the other one," he said. He handed him a small envelope.
"I should still take my AZT, though, right?" Roger asked.
"No!" the doctor yelled, a little too loud. "I mean, you should stick to this prescription."
Roger sighed and walked out of the room. He wanted to get out of the hospital as fast as he could.
The doctor watched him as he left the building. The minute the door closed behind him, the doctor took off his white coat and hung it on the rack in the corner.
"Roger Davis?" said a young brown haired nurse.
"Yes?" the doctor asked.
"You're late," she said. "Your usual doctor isn't in, but he said that he wishes you the best." She looked at her clipboard and pulled a small bottle out of her nurse uniform pocket. "This is a stronger version of the old AZT. You are to take it every 3 hours, instead of four. Understood?"
"Yea," the doctor smirked.
He walked away, out the door, and down the street. He took the bottle and tossed it in the garbage can.
His cell phone began to ring and he dug into his pocket and answered it.
"The plan worked perfectly. I watched them leave the message at his house and came in at the right time." He paused and then smiled. "Oh yes, I make a very convincing doctor," he laughed into the phone.
o o o o o
"Well," the manager of the CatScratch club sighed. He was standing in front of the employees of the dance club. "Tonight is the last night. I am going to miss you all." The short man began pacing. He reached up and scratched his buzz cut. "It was fun while it lasted."
"Mimi," he said before walking away. "Be here at 6. You are going to lead the dance." Mimi smiled on the inside. She was used to leading, but she never imagined that she would be remembered as the last lead dancer at the club. The girls began making their way to the doors. The moment Mimi stepped outside, she was met by Roger.
"Hi," she said, kissing him. "What is in your hand?"
"My new prescription," Roger said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a hug.
"A new what?" she said, stepping back. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It isn't a big deal," he laughed. "I wasn't responding well to the AZT, so now they have me on this."
"The doctors took you off the AZT?" she gasped.
"Yes," he said. "Why? Mimi stop, its okay. I trust the doctors."
"Since when have you trusted anyone?" Mimi exclaimed.
"The day I met you," he said in a voice that always made Mimi want to melt.
She gave him a light punch and grabbed his hand. They walked home, without a care in the world.
For the moment, at least.
o o o o o
It was a rainy day. I held my camera close to my chest. My fingers were itching to start rolling the film. I wanted to catch everything on tape. I wanted to be able to record the day, so I could forget it. I hated the way I was. I hated how I had to act that way. I hated how the days I hated, I could never get out of my head, because I couldn't videotape my worst moments. I hated how the happiest moments I can get on tape, but I could never remember them, because I could forget them once I caught them. Maybe that was, because I couldn't tape the worst moments, so I couldn't forget them, so I would have to live my life thinking of the bad and sad. I wanted to be able to wake up and smile. Smile all day. I never wanted the smile to leave my face. I knew that couldn't happen though.
I stared at the coffin that lay in front of me. All the Bohemians, minus one stared at the closed coffin. There was a sad, but sweet noise coming from inside of it. Collins came up next to me and put an arm around me.
"Go," Collins whispered.
I did go. I didn't want to go, but I did. I walked over to the coffin. I laid my hand on the brown wood. It looked so pretty among the rain.
I opened the coffin and gasped as the sweet music came out. It filled the air and I felt for a moment at peace, until I looked down.
Mark sat up in a sweaty mess. He put his hand to his head. He frantically threw the blankets off of him. He shuddered and quickly looked out the window. He saw Mimi and Roger coming up the street.
He sighed in relief. He sat back and reflected on his dream. He wasn't sure what had happened. All he knew was that he wouldn't know what to do if he had lost any of them. He brought his legs up to his chest and waited for the couple to walk into the room.
o o o o o
Maya sat on the floor of her room, doing her homework. Tom had not come home yet and she began to feel scared, being all alone. She wanted to go upstairs and talk to Mimi, but she knew she couldn't face Mimi for a while. She was still too ashamed at her attempt at drugs. Maya still took the needle out once in a while, just to stare at it. She was too scared to attempt it. She was too scared to inject the pointy metal end into her veins. She shuddered at the thought.
There was a loud knock on the door. Maya walked over and peeked through a hole in the wall, which they used as a peep hole, to see who was at the door.
Mimi was standing outside, staring at the wall opposite the door, tapping her foot. Maya slowly opened the door.
Mimi walked in and pulled Maya into a hug.
"I am sorry Mimi," Maya said, after a long silence.
"Just promise me you will stay away from drugs and open up to this family," Mimi said, giving her a serious look.
Maya nodded and followed her out of the room. She gave one last glance back at the needle, lying on the floor.