1OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG TO UPDATE. ARE YOU GUYS STILL WITH ME? PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!
Chapter 7
Roger woke the next morning to mind Mark sleeping soundly, wrapped in his arms. Roger smiled when he remembered Mark just dropped from exustion during the third round last night. He didn't know what he had done to deserve Mark, but whatever he did, he was very he did it. For the first time in a real long time, Roger was totally and completely happy. Nothing can go wrong now Roger thought. Roger was pulled away from his thoughts when Mark's moved onto his shirtless body. Mark's eyes met Rogers.
"Morning" Roger said to Mark. Mark opened him mouth to respond to Roger's greeting, but instead of words, a long row of coughs came out of him. After o minute or two of constant coughing and not getting a chance to breath, the coughs stopped and Mark looked up at Roger.
"Better?" Roger asked. Mark just shook his head and fell back onto the bed with a thud. Roger placed his hand onto his boyfriend's head. "Mark your burning up!" Mark just continued to lay on the bed.
"Is it that time of year already?" Roger asked. Ever since he had known Mark he would get the flu or something every year right around this time. Roger just sighed at his boyfriend "Come on Mark you know the routine. Head on pillow, skinny ass under covers, sleep"
"Roger?" Mark asked while getting under the covers.
"What is it Mark?"
"You gonna go make me some soup?" Mark put on a fake pout that he knew Roger could never say no to
"You Bet"
"Then will you come in and lay with me?"
"Of course"
"And read to me?"
"If you want me too" Mark had something about being read to when he was sick, it always made him feel better, especially when it was Roger reading to him.
About ten minutes later Roger came back into the room carrying two bowls of soup. He placed them on the boxes that served as the bedside table and proceeded towards the closet where Mark kept all of his books.
"Looks like we need to start a new one. Which one you wanna read?"
"The new one, I think it's called Without You."
"Who's it by?"
"Anthony Rapp I think. He on Broadway and had some minor parts in some movies"
"Without You it is then" Roger waved the book in front of Mark. Roger laid down on the bed after grabbing his soup and handing Mark his.
"Chapter one" Started Roger "Losing my religion. I sat down on the curb of Forty-fourth Street between Seventh and Eighth avenues..." Roger looked down to find Mark already asleep, his head on Roger's chest. Roger put the book down at the exact same time someone knocked on the door. He slowly got out of bed and swung open the door to reveal Collins standing there.
"Boy, why was the door locked?"
"Sorry I didn't get a chance to unlock it"
'What do ya mean? Every morning you get out of bed, unlock the door, take a pea, take your AZT, then go back to bed and fall back asleep and about an hour later Mark wakes up"
"Well I only got a chance to take my AZT this morning. Mark's sick.
"Already?"
"Yeah caught me off guard too. So what are you doing here?"
"Life Support"
"Yeah, sorry I cant come"
"Just get your boy better. Angel and I will get some stuff for him on our way back"
"Thanks" And with that Collins left and Roger went back to Mark. The second Roger laid down on the bed Mark moved his cold body to Roger's warm one. Not two minuted later Roger was asleep along with his boyfriend.
Roger awoke an hour later to someone poking him. He panicked a little bit when he saw Mark asleep next to him and clearly not poking him. He turned around and came face to face with Collins.
"What the hell man?" Roger asked
"Just trying to wake you up"
"I'm up! Now what do you want?"
"We got Mark some stuff"
"Oh yeah" Roger got out of bed and left the room. He say Angel standing over a brown bag putting things away.
"Hey Roger"
"Hey Angel. What did you guys get?"
"Cold medicine, soup, tissues, cereal, fruit, milk, and juice"
"Is that it?"
"I already put the beer in the fridge man"
"Good job Collins" Roger grabbed the medicine and started walking back to Mark.
"Read the label this time Roger"
"Fuck you Collins"
A couple years ago when Mark got sick he found the medicine they had left from the previous year and it totally slipped his mind to read the label. He was waiting for Collins to come because he and Mimi had plans and Mark said he would be ok if he went. So Roger gave him the rest of the bottle, thinking the more he gave him, the quicker he would get better. Collins got to the loft 20 minutes later while Roger was prepping himself for his date. Collins went to check on Mark and found the boys sitting wide eyed on the bed with bloodshot eyes, sweating, and he had a dorky grin plastered on his face.
"Roger" Collins yelled. Roger came in the room and saw Mark
"What the fuck?"
"I don't know" Roger went up to Mark and the boy looked at him, kinda, there were three disfigured looking Roger's standing in front of Mark's face. "How ya feeling Mark?"
"I feel...numb. Everything is spinning, colors...monsters..shadows...buzzing..."
"Sounds to me like he is on a bad trip"
"Yeah but Mark's not on drugs, just the cold medicine I gave him"
"What did you give him?" Roger handed Collins the bottle and Collins read the label then asked
"So you gave him two table spoons?"
"No"
"What do you mean no! How much did you give him?"
"The rest of the bottle"
How much was left?"
"Just less than half"
"Fuck Roger!"
"What?"
"You didn't read the label did you?"
"No"
"Well now Mark's on a REAL bad trip"
"Good one Rog"
"Mimi? How long have you been standing there?"
"I heard the whole conversation"
"ROGER! ROGER!" Mark stated screaming hysterically. Roger ran over to Mark and embraced him.
"It's ok Mark, I'm here" Mark stopped screaming ten minutes later and Roger looked down to find the smaller boy passed out in his arms. He looked up at Collins.
"Where did Mimi go?"
"Making dinner, you guys aren't going out tonight" Roger put Mark down and was walking out of the room when Mark started screaming for him again. Roger went back to Mark and he calmed down. He knew he wasn't going to be leaving Mark at all tonight, and he was ok with that. He laid down on the bed and soon he was fast asleep with mark in his arms.
Mark didn't know what happened that night when he woke up, but he felt like shit. Mark and Collins filled him in a few day later.
Roger bent down to Mark "Mark? Mark. Babe wake up"
"Rog?"
"Yeah got ya some medicine" He handed the medicine to Mark who took it a swallowed it.
"Where did you get this?"
"Angel and Collins. There here if you wanna go see them, you should probably get up anyway"
"Yeah" Roger helped Mark out of bed and out into the other room.
"Marky! How ya feeling?"Angel squealed
"Pretty ikey" Mark said in a baby voice right when Mimi walked in the door
"Do you guys have any hot water up here? I'm in desperate need of a..." Mimi trailed off when she looked at Mark.
"Mark, you look like shit"
"I love you to Mimi"
"Are you ok?"
"He's sick" Roger, Angel, Collins replied for him.
"Already?" All four just nodded
"Then why are you up like this? Go lay down on that couch right now mister!" Collins and Roger quickly ran of the couch afraid of what Mimi would do if they didn't get up quick enough.
"I don't know why you brought him out here Roger! He should be in bed, resting" Angel scolded Roger. "Better?"
"A little" mark responded
"You two" Mimi said looking at Collins and Roger "Out"
"Why?"
"Becasue Mark needs his rest and he isn't getting it with you draggin him around the loft like you were, forcing him out of bed like that!"
"I didn't force him"
"Roger" Mark interrupted "It's ok, you can go"
"If your sure you'll be ok without me"
"I'll live"
"I guess so then" Roger walked over to Mark and gave him a deep passionate kiss.
"Feel better"
"I already do"
R & R. If I don't get the next chapter up by the 16th (which is my birthday) you can all come and attack we with pitch forks. Just a warning the next chapter is really short, but it didn't fit with this one or I would have but them together, or I was just tired and wanted to stop writing, I'm not sure exactly.