Another chapter, nothing to say. I also reloaded it, because it was in past tense and it shouldn't be. Nothing new though.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warning: This chapter mentions slash, so if that offends you, please leave, cause I just ain't in the mood to hear about it, you homophobic people.
After RENT: Our Story
Chapter two: So Little Time Left
MARK'S POV
A white sterile Hell, aka...the hospital. I take a deep breath once I reach the large brick building and open the glass door. I walk up to the secretary's desk slowly, hearing the squeak of my shoes on the sterile floors.
"Miss?" I ask, clearing my throat. She quickly glances up from her paper and smiles.
"How can I help you?"
"Has Mimi Marquez been moved?" Who knows, it sounded serious over the phone, they might have moved her. She moves to the computer and looks Mimi up.
"Yes, she's been moved to the ICU. Room...twelve." I thank her and head to the left. I pass the cafeteria and the chapel. I enter the elevator at the end of the hall and reach the second floor within seconds. I step out and look for the ICU sign on the white walls. Once spotted I walk faster towards it, even with my feet getting heavier and heavier with every step.
"Roger?" I stop once I reach room twelve and look at the man in the leather chair right across from room twelve's door. I pat his shoulder comfortingly, trying to get his attention.
"A month." He whispers softly. His hands muffle his voice so I can't really hear what he said.
"What?" I bend down so I am level with him.
"A month, Mark. That's what the doctors say."
"A month?" I ask, faking confusion. 'No, it's not what I'm thinking, it's not.' I think to myself. 'It can't be.'
"Mimi only has a month, Mark!" I gasp and fall back on my butt next to his chair in shock. "That's how long she has. No more than a month."
"But they said she had three or four months not a week ago!" I try to fight, even if there is no point to it.
"It got worse."
"Oh Roger." He looks up at me, his blue eyes rimmed with red lines and they gleam with tears. It was like when April died. History always repeats itself.
I sit up again and hug his shoulder to me. I feel his body shake with sobs as he cries into my shirt. I turn, so he cries into my chest as I hold him. After several moments, they subside and he pulls away and quickly wipes his eyes.
"Does she know?" He nods, unable to speak. I rub his arm and he smiles at me.
"Thanks Mark."
"It's what I'm here for." He nods again and we sit in silence for several seconds, hoping everything will go away. "Can I see her?"
"Yeah. She said she wanted to talk to you. Well everyone, but she asked for you specifically." That surprises me.
"Roger!" We look up to see Collins, Maureen and Joanne rush towards us. We stand as Maureen pulls Roger in for a hug.
"How bad is it?" Collins whispers to me.
"She has a month at the most." His face falls and he looks at Roger as Joanne hugs him. He hugs him next and I touch Roger's shoulder.
"I'm going to talk to Mimi okay?" He nods and I step into Mimi's room closing the door behind me. She lies in a large hospital bed, the blankets pulled up to her breasts. She smiles when I enter the room and I return it. I pull a chair next to her bed and sit down.
She's thinner than ever and her skin has taken a pale and see-through look to it. She looks fragile as if one breath to big could break her into a million little pieces. I gently pick up a thin porcelain-like hand in mine.
"Hi." She whispers.
"Hi." We sit in silence, waiting for something to come to mind. "Roger, said you wanted to speak to me." She nods slightly and I would have missed it if I wasn't looking at her.
"Mark, I need you to take care of Roger when I'm gone." So blunt, so accepting of the fact she has so little time left.
"I will, Mimi. We all will-"
"He's going to need it more than ever, Mark." I nod. "Mark, there's something you need to know." She takes a breath and I hold mine, hoping she won't break. "He's going to need help, more than he needed with April and his withdrawals."
"Mimi, I don't see where this is going." Her eyes search my face, reading me.
"You know Roger is bi right?" Maybe I do know where this is going.
"Yeah." She smiles softly, and I know she knows that I know what was coming.
"Aren't you?" I swallow.
"Yes." I answer in a small voice.
"Mark, Roger never loved me-"
"MIMI!" She flinches at my loud tone and I apologize. "Mimi, that's nuts! Of course he loves you! He's out there right now, crying his eyes out because he's losing you!"
"Let me finish. He never loved me like I wanted to be loved. He loves me like a sister, a best-friend."
"That's not true." I won't believe it.
"One time when we fought, he told me." She swallows and I hold my breath again. "He asked me why I was never there for him like you were. Why I couldn't be as caring and always there, ready to help. Why I couldn't be you."
"No. Mimi, you're losing it."
"No I'm not, Mark. I asked him if he loved you. He said yes. He's loved you for a long time I think." I sit back in my chair, releasing her hand as I do so.
"Mimi, I don't know what to say."
"Promise you'll do all you can. He'll need you, your comfort, your warmth and that best-friend attitude."
"I will, and I know what you want me to do to comfort him." I search her face for any regrets but see none.
"You do?"
"You want me to be with him. Like you two were." She doesn't say anything. "Mimi, I don't know if I can. We both knew the other was bi, but we kinda said we wouldn't fall for each other. We didn't want our friendship to hurt. But now you tell me, he may have always loved me."
"I'm sorry, Mark. You don't have to be there for him like that. But don't cross it out okay? Deep down, you may love him to." She raises a shaky hand and touches my cheek. "It would do you both good." I smile at her, take her hand in mine and kiss the back of it.
"We'll miss you, Mimi." She smiles and closes her eyes. I sit forward, hoping she's okay.
"I'm fine. Send one of the others in okay?" I nod, stand and walk out the door. I shut it behind me and lean against it heavily, breathing deep. They look at me with wide eyes and I try to smile reassuringly.
"She wants to talk to someone else now." Maureen nods and stands up. She pats my shoulder before entering the room. I sit down next to Roger in one of the extra chairs the hospital gave us.
"Are you okay?" Joanne asks. I nod and rub my forehead.
"She dumps a load on ya." They laugh feebly and I steal a quick glance at Roger. He is still crying softly and I think that in no way could Mimi be right. He loves her too much to ever think about me.
Yeah, another chapter!! Please review! I'll love you forever!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warning: This chapter mentions slash, so if that offends you, please leave, cause I just ain't in the mood to hear about it, you homophobic people.
After RENT: Our Story
Chapter two: So Little Time Left
MARK'S POV
A white sterile Hell, aka...the hospital. I take a deep breath once I reach the large brick building and open the glass door. I walk up to the secretary's desk slowly, hearing the squeak of my shoes on the sterile floors.
"Miss?" I ask, clearing my throat. She quickly glances up from her paper and smiles.
"How can I help you?"
"Has Mimi Marquez been moved?" Who knows, it sounded serious over the phone, they might have moved her. She moves to the computer and looks Mimi up.
"Yes, she's been moved to the ICU. Room...twelve." I thank her and head to the left. I pass the cafeteria and the chapel. I enter the elevator at the end of the hall and reach the second floor within seconds. I step out and look for the ICU sign on the white walls. Once spotted I walk faster towards it, even with my feet getting heavier and heavier with every step.
"Roger?" I stop once I reach room twelve and look at the man in the leather chair right across from room twelve's door. I pat his shoulder comfortingly, trying to get his attention.
"A month." He whispers softly. His hands muffle his voice so I can't really hear what he said.
"What?" I bend down so I am level with him.
"A month, Mark. That's what the doctors say."
"A month?" I ask, faking confusion. 'No, it's not what I'm thinking, it's not.' I think to myself. 'It can't be.'
"Mimi only has a month, Mark!" I gasp and fall back on my butt next to his chair in shock. "That's how long she has. No more than a month."
"But they said she had three or four months not a week ago!" I try to fight, even if there is no point to it.
"It got worse."
"Oh Roger." He looks up at me, his blue eyes rimmed with red lines and they gleam with tears. It was like when April died. History always repeats itself.
I sit up again and hug his shoulder to me. I feel his body shake with sobs as he cries into my shirt. I turn, so he cries into my chest as I hold him. After several moments, they subside and he pulls away and quickly wipes his eyes.
"Does she know?" He nods, unable to speak. I rub his arm and he smiles at me.
"Thanks Mark."
"It's what I'm here for." He nods again and we sit in silence for several seconds, hoping everything will go away. "Can I see her?"
"Yeah. She said she wanted to talk to you. Well everyone, but she asked for you specifically." That surprises me.
"Roger!" We look up to see Collins, Maureen and Joanne rush towards us. We stand as Maureen pulls Roger in for a hug.
"How bad is it?" Collins whispers to me.
"She has a month at the most." His face falls and he looks at Roger as Joanne hugs him. He hugs him next and I touch Roger's shoulder.
"I'm going to talk to Mimi okay?" He nods and I step into Mimi's room closing the door behind me. She lies in a large hospital bed, the blankets pulled up to her breasts. She smiles when I enter the room and I return it. I pull a chair next to her bed and sit down.
She's thinner than ever and her skin has taken a pale and see-through look to it. She looks fragile as if one breath to big could break her into a million little pieces. I gently pick up a thin porcelain-like hand in mine.
"Hi." She whispers.
"Hi." We sit in silence, waiting for something to come to mind. "Roger, said you wanted to speak to me." She nods slightly and I would have missed it if I wasn't looking at her.
"Mark, I need you to take care of Roger when I'm gone." So blunt, so accepting of the fact she has so little time left.
"I will, Mimi. We all will-"
"He's going to need it more than ever, Mark." I nod. "Mark, there's something you need to know." She takes a breath and I hold mine, hoping she won't break. "He's going to need help, more than he needed with April and his withdrawals."
"Mimi, I don't see where this is going." Her eyes search my face, reading me.
"You know Roger is bi right?" Maybe I do know where this is going.
"Yeah." She smiles softly, and I know she knows that I know what was coming.
"Aren't you?" I swallow.
"Yes." I answer in a small voice.
"Mark, Roger never loved me-"
"MIMI!" She flinches at my loud tone and I apologize. "Mimi, that's nuts! Of course he loves you! He's out there right now, crying his eyes out because he's losing you!"
"Let me finish. He never loved me like I wanted to be loved. He loves me like a sister, a best-friend."
"That's not true." I won't believe it.
"One time when we fought, he told me." She swallows and I hold my breath again. "He asked me why I was never there for him like you were. Why I couldn't be as caring and always there, ready to help. Why I couldn't be you."
"No. Mimi, you're losing it."
"No I'm not, Mark. I asked him if he loved you. He said yes. He's loved you for a long time I think." I sit back in my chair, releasing her hand as I do so.
"Mimi, I don't know what to say."
"Promise you'll do all you can. He'll need you, your comfort, your warmth and that best-friend attitude."
"I will, and I know what you want me to do to comfort him." I search her face for any regrets but see none.
"You do?"
"You want me to be with him. Like you two were." She doesn't say anything. "Mimi, I don't know if I can. We both knew the other was bi, but we kinda said we wouldn't fall for each other. We didn't want our friendship to hurt. But now you tell me, he may have always loved me."
"I'm sorry, Mark. You don't have to be there for him like that. But don't cross it out okay? Deep down, you may love him to." She raises a shaky hand and touches my cheek. "It would do you both good." I smile at her, take her hand in mine and kiss the back of it.
"We'll miss you, Mimi." She smiles and closes her eyes. I sit forward, hoping she's okay.
"I'm fine. Send one of the others in okay?" I nod, stand and walk out the door. I shut it behind me and lean against it heavily, breathing deep. They look at me with wide eyes and I try to smile reassuringly.
"She wants to talk to someone else now." Maureen nods and stands up. She pats my shoulder before entering the room. I sit down next to Roger in one of the extra chairs the hospital gave us.
"Are you okay?" Joanne asks. I nod and rub my forehead.
"She dumps a load on ya." They laugh feebly and I steal a quick glance at Roger. He is still crying softly and I think that in no way could Mimi be right. He loves her too much to ever think about me.
Yeah, another chapter!! Please review! I'll love you forever!
