This chapter is really short. I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do with Collins. I have an idea but it's pretty drama-ish, and this started out as a Humor/Romance fic. I went ahead and changed the genre to Drama just to be safe. Oh, and I split the narraration on this one because I planned for it to be the last chapter but, obviously, it isn't. So, in conclusion, I don't own RENT.

The silence is uncomfortable and inescapeable. Mark stands in front of me, his face unreadable. Does he know who I was talking about?

"I was...just..." I begin, guesturing lamely to Angel's grave. What do I say?

"No," he says, which startles me. He notices. "I mean," he continues, flustered. "I mean we don't have time. Collins..."

"What's wrong?" No... Collins couldn't...

"I don't know what to do," he says helplessly. "I found him...he's bleeding..."

"Oh my God," How could this have happened? This is my fault. I should've helped him look earlier. "Where is he?"

"Over on the other side," he says. Then he looks at me. "What are we going to do?"

"You have to go back and make sure he's okay. Just tell him I'm getting help. Don't touch his blood if you can help it." He turns to get on his bike. "Mark?"

"Yes?"

"Be careful."

.o.o.o.

I have to stay calm. Joanne is getting help. All I have to do is stay with Collins and keep him consious.

The wind is whipping my face at an alarming rate. My legs are numb from pedaling so fast. There he is. Good, he's still sitting up.

"Collins," I say calmly, dropping my bike and running over to him, "Joanne is getting help. You're gonna be fine." Can he even hear me? "Collins?" I say a bit louder.

"Mark," he says, a bit stronger than before, but still breathy, "I'm fine. All they're gonna do is patch me up and send me home."

"You lost a lot of blood, man, that can't be good."

"No shit. It's not good,"

"Oh..." But I'm still worried. "What exactly happened?"

"I told you," he says, trying to sit up straighter, "I fell."

"All this blood can't come from one fall."

But the amblulance's sirens interrupt our conversation. What happened that he didn't want us to know? I can't think about that right now, though, because they're loading him into the ambulance.

"What's his name?" one of the paramedics asks me, but Collins is the one who answers.

"Tom Collins," he says, wincing as two other men lift him onto the backboard. They carry the backboard to the ambulance and put him inside. I step forward to climb inside with him but the paramedic puts a hand on my shoulder and roughly holds me back.

"Family only,"

"He's my brother," Collins says from inside the truck.

"Yeah, can't you see the family resemblence?"

And I don't own Remember the Titans either; that's where that last line came from.

Speaking of references, did anyone ever figure out what my Without You reference was? Well, it was the part when Joanne was talking about little girls and horses. In NYTW (New York Theatre Workshop) version, Mark sings a song to Maureencalled "You'll Get Over It" in which he tries to convince her that being a lesbian is just a phase, "Like little girls and horses." Get it? Anthony talks about it in the book.

So anyway, that's pretty much it. I would say that I'm 100 sure the next chapter will be the last, but I'm not.

Reveiws make me melt like a popsicle on the 4th of July. (and I don't own Little Rascals)