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You wake up and immediately groan as a dull pain spreads across the side of your face. You stand up and see that Mark was no longer in bed. You look in the mirror and gasp at your black eye and the many cuts that covered your face.
You wanted to be mad at Roger.
But for some unknown reason, you couldn't be. Sure, one reason was that he was drunk and didn't know entirely what he was doing...but still.
You suddenly hear hushed yet angry voices coming from outside the bedroom door. "Are you insane?" You make out Mark's voice amongst the two.
"Mark I'm sorry, I didn't know-"
"Didn't know what you were doing?! Maybe that's because even after I told you to stop drinking you didn't listen!" Mark cuts off Roger, and he sound angrier than you have ever heard him.
"I know Mark...I know. I was just mad okay? Don't hold a grudge." Roger says. "You could have killed him/her!" Mark yells. You walk out of the room and immediately make eye contact with Roger.
His face falls quickly and he walks over to you. "I'm so sorry Y/N, I didn't know what I was doing...if I wasn't in the state I was in I never would have done that." He says. You believe him. "It's okay Roger." You tell him, trying to move past this, as you and both the boys had bigger things to worry about.
"It's not okay Y/N!" Mark says. He was being much more aggressive than his usual quiet and submissive self. "Mark..." You walk over to him and put your hands on his face. "It's fine. We need to move on okay?" You tell him. His eyes look confused as they stare into yours, but he eventually turns back into his old self, partially at least.
He nods. "Yeah." He says, although you can still sense a tint of anger in his voice.
You all go about your days, although you still sense an awkwardness in the air. Eventually you decide to go on a walk to get out of the anxious and freezing environment that you had been living in. "I'm going out." You say, grabbing your coat. "Okay, be careful." Mark and Roger say at the same time and you laugh before exiting the loft.
You walk down the street for a while, not stopping to look inside stores, but just wanting to get some fresh air. By now it had grown dark and you thought to head back home, although about a block from the apartment building you hear someone coughing loudly. You stop and listen again, hearing the pathetic coughing once more. What the heck?
You follow the noise down an alleyway and see a man, probably only a year or so older than you sitting on the dirty path of the alley way. You can tell he's bleeding and is clearly injured. He doesn't notice you, and coughs once more into his hands that wore a pair of cheap gloves.
"Oh my god are you okay?" You ask him, not bothering to care about the possible dangers of going up to a random man in an alleyway. He looks up to reveal beautiful dark brown eyes and a handsome face. "I'm...I'm fine." He says weakly. "You don't seem fine." You tell him, kneeling down beside him. "Did they get anything?" you ask him, assuming he was mugged. "Not much, I barely had anything in my wallet anyway." He says.
"I'm Y/N." You tell him. "Collins, Tom Collins." He tells you, and you offer him your hand. You help him stand up and he does, slowly, and winces multiple times.
"You need medical assistance." You tell him, noticing the amount of blood coming from his head. "I'll be fineeeee..." He says, nearly falling over, but you catch him. "At least let me take you to my place. My roommates are kind of in a fight right now, but they should be able to suck it up." You tell him, and he laughs lightly, clutching his stomach.
"Okay." He says, and you manage to lead him up the few flights of stairs to the loft. His face grew paler and you frantically knocked on the door, wanting to get Collins on a couch before he passed out. Mark answered the door.
"He's really hurt and he needs help Mark. Now." You tell him, not wanting to deal with him or Roger's sassy attitudes. Mark nods his head and his blue eyes widen as he opens the door for you. You help Collins over to the couch and see Roger sitting in a chair next to it. "Whoa whats going on?" Roger says putting down his notebook.
"He got mugged, I found him in an alley." You tell them. "Tom Collins." Collins says weakly, holding his hand out to no one in particular. Mark takes it and shakes it. "Mark Cohen. Do you want us to take you to the hospital? You don't look so good." Mark says.
Collins quickly shakes his head and you look to Roger who seems distracted by something other than the man bleeding on the couch. "I'll get a first aid kit." You say, dreading the fact that you had to go into the godforsaken bathroom, but doing it anyway. "Roger will you get Collins some water please?" You ask him, and he takes a moment to nod and walk over to the kitchen.
You rummage quickly through a few cabinets and find a first aid kit hidden beneath the sink. "Here." You say, sitting down on the table parallel to the couch. You pull out some bandages and disinfectants. You examine Collins' head as Roger comes back with a glass of water, and Mark sits down on the edge of the couch, keeping Collins calm.
"I think you need stitches." You tell him, shocked by the deep cut on his forehead. Collins just shakes his head drowsily, and looks like he's about to pass out, as his head rolls to one side. "Hey stay with us." Mark says, shaking Collins awake.
His brown eyes open and he seems to realize what is happening once more, and he looks to you. "I'm gonna clean the cut first okay?" You ask him, and he nods his head. You head to the kitchen and put some water on a wash cloth. You dab around, and then finally on the horizontal gash running across his head.
After it was cleaned you sprayed it with disinfectant. "This might hurt a bit." You say before applying it to the wound. Collins winces and Roger just pats his back. "You're okay buddy." He says, trying to be reassuring. Collins smiles lightly and you re examine the now clean wound.
"I'm gonna put some bandages on it...but if it doesn't stop bleeding soon you're going to have to get stitches." You tell him, and he nods once more as you wrap an ace bandage around his head a few times. He smiles. "Thank you." He says. "But I should really get going." He tells you. You shake your head instinctively. "You can stay here tonight." You tell him.
"Yeah, you can have my bed if you want." Mark tells him. Collins politely declines. "You've already done so much-"
"No stay." Roger says. "It's okay...you need people to make sure you're really okay anyway." He says. Collins finally accepts and thanks you all again.
Mark let Collins sleep in his bed in his and Roger's room, and Mark slept with you in you and April's old room.
You hadn't gotten rid of her bed yet. "This bed is too small for the both of us." You tell him. "You can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep in April's." You tell him. "Are you sure? I know that might be hard." He says considerately.
"I'm fine." You tell him, lying down in her old bed. It smelled like her. You could almost envision her sleeping there, the moonlight on her face, her red hair flowing beautifully.
"Night Mark." You say.
"Goodnight." He says, rolling over to face the wall.
You just breathe in April's scent, eventually falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.