Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for the long wait! Especially since I left you guys with a cliffhanger! First I couldn't decide whether I wanted Roger to live or die, and then school started and I had no time for anything. But, it's finally out, though not too long. Enjoy!
"Mr. Davis is going to be just fine," the doctor said, causing all the bohemians to sigh in relief, "He's lost a lot of blood, and we had to give him a blood transfusion, so that's taken care of. He also has a few cracked ribs and a sprained wrist from the fall. We'd like him to stay off his feet for a while, but he can go home in a few days if his attitude remains the way it is."
As if on cue, Roger's yells could be heard through the halls.
"Leave me the fuck alone! I'm fine!" Roger insisted.
"Mr. Davis!" a voice yelled, presumably a nurse, "Come back! You're not ready to be released yet!"
The bohemians all watched in awe as Roger went speeding down the halls in a wheelchair, hospital gown flying, desperately trying to escape the various nurses chasing after him. As they watched the escapee turn down their hall, Mimi stepped out and the chair came screeching to a halt.
Roger looked up at his fiancée and smiled widely. "Hey Meems, what's up?"
Mimi stared down at him, half relieved that he was okay, half angry that he was acting like such a child.
"What's up?" she stated, "What's up! Roger, you just got shot today and were basically dying in my arms one moment. Now you're racing down the hospital halls in a wheelchair with cracked ribs and sprained wrist. What's up is that you should be back in your room, in a bed, in this hospital until they release you."
The smile died from Roger's face and he hung his head shamefully. "I'm sorry Mimi," he said softly, like a child apologizing for a wrongdoing.
Mimi smiled gently and bent down to his level. "Oh Rog, it's okay," she said, "I was just worried about you. Hell, we were all worried about you," -she gestured to the other bohemians sitting just behind her- "We're glad you're so…energetic after what happened, but you should really calm down."
"But…!" Roger protested.
But Mimi interrupted him. "Please Roger, for me?"
Roger sighed. "Alright Mimi, for you."
Mimi smiled and kissed him on the cheek before a nurse finally reached them.
"Thank you for stopping him," the nurse said, "He needs his rest. You can come back tomorrow to visit him- he'll be in room 312."
Mimi smiled and nodded. "We'll do that."
Roger waved and sighed as the nurse carted him off to his room for the night.
The bohemians sat there in silence for a while before Mark said, "That wasn't the first time Roger did that."
Every looked at him curiously.
"We were in eighth grade," Mark continued, "We were building a tree house in my backyard and Roger broke both wrists and suffered a concussion. When he came to, he insisted he was fine and ran out of the room. Of course, we was wearing one of those hospital gowns, and we all had quite a view…"
Mark trailed off and smiled into space, recalling the memory. Roger would be Roger, no matter what.