A/N: So here's the next chapter. Thanks for the reviews. R&R please.

Chapter 3: I'm not an artist. I'm a fucking work of art!

I wake up to a dimly lit room. The bed is comfortable enough, but there is this annoying beeping noise to my left. A nurse walks in and messes with a machine of some kind. That's the moment I realize where I am. "Umm…hi." I whisper, my voice hoarse. The nurse squeaks and turns to me.

"Oh Mr. Cohen you scared me. You're awake…you're awake! I need to get the doctor. Oh lord!" She hurries out of the room like a chicken with its head cut off. I laugh a little at her expense. At that moment an older Asian man wearing a white coat walks in.

"Hi, Mark. I'm Dr. Hahn. Do you know where you are?" I bite back a sarcastic reply and just nod my head. "Ok, do you know why you're here?" That's a hard one. Why am I here? I shake my head no. "Well it seems as though you have passed out from exhaustion and malnourishment." Now I remember, Maureen was interrogating me and apparently I passed out. I glance down and noticed what I'm wearing. A short sleeved gown. FUCK! I must've said that out loud because my doctor starts to laugh a little. "We are bringing in a therapist to talk to you tomorrow. Don't worry Mark, I've seen many cases like yours." He pulls up his sleeve a little to reveal scars of his own. I'm stunned to say the least so I ask a simple question.

"When can I go home?" I wonder out loud.

"We're not sure that's such a good idea at the moment. How about we talk about it in the morning, you have friends here who have been pacing non stop. I haven't told them anything other than your malnourished. The rest is up to you." I nod a thanks. "Would you like me to send them in, or do you want me to let them wait some more." I grin some that second one doesn't sound half that bad. But, I'm not that mean.

"Send them in please." Dr. Hahn nods and walks out, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Thankfully not a minute later, everyone walks in. By everyone I mean Maureen, Joanne, Collins, Roger, and Mimi. Wait Mimi? Maureen is the first one to my bed. Big surprise there.

"Marky! You lied to us! You aren't fine, just look at you!"

"Maureen, leave the boy alone." Collins jumps to my defense. Maureen starts an argument with him and they go at it right here in my hospital room.

"Guys!" I try to yell, but my voice isn't working properly."

Joanne senses this and yells at them to stop. I smile a grateful smile her way and she returns it. Hey, all of this has happened and I can still fake a smile. Damn, how good am I?

"There's more." I say slowly regaining my voice. There is no possible way that I can tell them so I just turn my arms upwards. So my forearms are facing the ceiling. I look down and everyone else follows my gaze. Gasps of shock echo throughout the room. It's a weird sound. I look up to gauge everyone's reactions. Maureen has tears shimmering in her eyes, as does Joanne. Collins is just staring at my arms with a solemn expression on his face. Mimi is openly glaring at me. My eyes focus on Roger waiting for some hint of emotion. There it is, one he knows very well. Anger. Roger storms out of my room.

"Look at what you've done to him," Mimi sneers in my direction. "Some best friend you are." She runs after Roger. Wow, I almost wish she were still doing drugs. She was a lot easier to handle. Is that bad? I close my eyes in frustration. What about what all Roger has done to me. The drugs, withdrawal, making me fall in love with him. Wait, what am I thinking? He didn't force me, it just happened. I open my eyes again and something comes to mind. How are we going to pay for all of this? I ask nobody in particular and Collins just tells me not to worry.

Joanne is the next one to speak up. "Why?" Ah, the hardest question to answer. So I just launch into the story of how I just started doing it in high school and how my parents found out. I gave them a detailed description of my stay at rehab and how easy it was to get them to believe I was done with it. By the end Collins was smiling.

"Damn boy, maybe you should quit making films and move to Hollywood to act." We all laugh at that. I'm glad they aren't judging me. "Seriously Mark, this isn't healthy." Ouch, spoke too soon. "You've got to stop."

I sigh, "Thomas telling a cutter to stop cutting is like telling a junkie to give up smack."

"Roger did it, Mimi did it." Fuck, bad analogy. In a sense Thomas is right this could destroy me. It probably already has taken its toll. And Roger was so pissed. I guess I could try and quit. That would make everyone happy, right?

"Okay Tom, I'll try. But I'm not making any promises." He smiles and so do Joanne and Maureen. The giddy nurse from earlier chooses that moment to make an entrance.

"Sorry, but visiting hours are over. Mr. Cohen needs his rest."

Collins pats my shoulder and proceeds to leave. Joanne hugs me and Maureen bends down to kiss me on my cheek. Collins ushers them out the door, "We'll stop by tomorrow." And with that he's gone.

The nurse begins to follow after him but I stop her. "Wait, there's a guy that was here earlier. Dirty blonde hair that is down to his shoulders…" She cuts me off.

"The cute one?" She asks with wide eyes.

"That cute one is Roger, if he shows up just let him in. He's my brother." I lie easily. She just nods and tells me to get some sleep while closing the door behind her. I close my eyes and begin to drift off. Great, I forgot to ask about Mimi. Hopefully Roger will turn up. I'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.

THE END! (Of the chapter.)

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