this is the true end, i swear! i know its depressing, but i can't find another way. im sad, huh?
"Mimi!" Mimi jumped as someone shouted her name from down the long white hallway. She spun to see Roger, his face pale and his short blond hair flattened, sprinting towards her. He skidded to a halt, panting.
"Roger? What is it?" Mimi felt a chill go down her back as he struggled to get his breath.
"Angel…Collins says come as fast as you can." Roger barely managed to choke out the words before Mimi grabbed his hands and started to run. She went at a breakneck pace, nearly dragging Roger behind her. The roar of her fear and her heart only made her run faster as she strained to reach Angel before it was too late.
The door of Angel's room came into sight. Mimi's whole body seemed to go numb when she was what was outside. Maureen and Joanne, tears coursing down their faces, were huddled together in the hospital chairs, arms wrapped around each other. Mark, his face stony and white, was staring at the ground, leaning against the wall a few feet away from the two women. Releasing Roger's hands, Mimi grabbed the door handle and burst into the hospital room.
Her worst fears were confirmed after one glance around the room. A nurse stood by the many machines in the nearby corner, pressing buttons and writing on a sheet. The machines were silent now, the usual beeps and drones quiet as death. Collins sat on the bed, silent tears running down his cheeks. Beside him, lying peacefully on the bed, was Angel. Only it wasn't Angel. And it never would be again.
"NO!" Mimi screamed. She flew to the bed and grabbed Angel's hand, horrified by the cold, heavy feel of the skin. She squeezed it and shouted, her cries punctuated by desperate sobbing, for Angel to wake up, to be okay. She called out for Angel, and for the first time, Angel did not come to her.
"Mimi…" Collins whispered to her, but she didn't hear him. All she could do was scream for Angel, scream her name again and again nonstop, even when the nurse tried to pull her off, even when another nurse was called in by the noise, even when Roger tried to make her leave. Mimi couldn't live with this, it was too much, and as her grief, her tremendous pain and suffering spilled out into the room, Mimi felt a part of herself die along with Angel. Because Angel had become part of who she was, and her death killed Mimi as well.
Mimi knew that out of all her memories, out of all the times she remembered with Angel, this one would never fade. No matter what, it would haunt her, reutrning at night and in the early morning. And she could never escape.