AN: Well, this is the last chapter for this fic. I hope you have enjoyed it so far. Still undecided on writing more. I recently went through a bad breakup, so I'm not in much of a writing mood. REVIEWS!

Rent Continued: Part 2

Maureen and Joanne sat in their hospital room, just as they had been told. The entire floor was bustling with police and investigators.

"I hope Collins and Tony are okay," said Maureen. "He and Tony should be awake, after this."

Joanne was still weak from sedation. "'Night, Maureen." She began to roll over when Collins burst in the room.

"Tony," he said out of breath. "God…." Tears ran down his cheeks. "He had another attack. Come on!" He turned and ran back down the hall.

Joanne tried to get up, but Maureen gently pushed her back down. "Stay," she said. "I'll go check on them."

Joanne nodded and rolled over again. Before she fell asleep she said, "My God, will this night never end?"

Mark, Mimi, and Roger ran in the hospital's front doors and took the elevator to the third floor. When they reached the long corridor where Joanne and Tony's rooms were, they were stunned by all the police. Most were crowded inside one room, which thankfully wasn't Joanne's or Tony's.

The three of them walked in Joanne's room. She was sleeping. "Let's come back later," said Mimi. "We'll go to Tony's room for now."

When they entered Tony's room, not only were he and Collins gone, the bed was gone as well. "Something's not right," said Mark. He pulled out his camera and filmed the police walking up and down the hallway.

A tall, black officer stopped him. "Hey, no filming. Put that away." Mark obeyed, just as Maureen ran up to them from down the hall.

"Guys, what the hell are you doing here?"

"We saw on a news report someone had been shot, and...," Roger trailed off. "We were worried."

"Well, Joanne and I are fine. But Tony's not." She turned and led them around a corner to another hall, and into a much larger room. There, Collins stood at Tony's bedside, tears pouring.

"Is he okay?" asked Mark.

Collins took a deep breath. "The doctors say he doesn't have long."

Just then, Tony stretched out and sighed. He mumbled, "Collins, Collins."

"I'm here, baby." He forced a smile. "It's gonna be okay."

Tony struggled to sit up. He continued to speak. "Collins, I love… you."

"Oh I love you, too. But you're gonna be fine." The four others wept silently. They did not want this to happen to Collins twice.

Tony began to slip into unconsciousness. "Stay with me, Tony. Please." A doctor rushed in and injected him with more fluid.

He leaned back and looked at Collins gravely. "I'm afraid we've done all we can do for him. Keep praying." He walked out and closed the door.

Tony was pouring sweat. He was dying. He slipped away into darkness. Collins shook him gently, "Tony, God no, please..."

As Tony fell away, he whispered, "I'll cover you…"

"I'll cover you," Collins repeated. With these words, the heart monitor flat lined, and Tony died.

Collins moaned his name over and over as he wept into his broken body. The four friends stood there, crying their eyes out, not knowing what to do or what to say to their friend.

Through all the tears, no one really heard the heart monitor begin to beep again, slowly, steadily. Mimi pointed in shock as Tony's finger began to twitch. Everyone froze. Collins looked up and watched as Tony opened his eyes.

"Oh my God," he said. "Tony, can you hear me?"

He managed to rasp, "Yes, lover."

Collins jumped up and laughed with joy. He kissed Tony, and looked to the others, who were beaming. Maureen felt Tony's forehead. "His fever's breaking," she said, smiling.

Just then, Joanne limped in with a groan. "Did I miss anything?"

"Pookie!" squealed Maureen. "What are you doing out of bed?"

"I wanted to be here," she said, taking a seat next to Collins and Tony.

Everyone crowded around the couple; Roger and Mimi holding each other, Joanne and Maureen kissing and laughing. Mark put his arm around Collins. Sunlight began to pour in through the hospital's windows.

Another day in the lives of the Bohemians had begun.

AN: Ta-da! Thought I'd end on a happier note this time. Thank you all for being loyal readers! REVIEWS!