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Roger breathed heavily as he slowly entered the bathroom. He saw Joanne rubbing Mimi's back and Collins holding hair back.

"I think she drank too much," Joanne whispered as she looked at a pale faced Roger, "She'll be fine as long as we get her home."

Roger walked over to her and touched her forehead. "She feels warm," he commented, "I'm going to bring her to bed. Mark, go get her bag and bring it back to the loft." He picked Mimi up into his arms.

"Roger," she murmured as her eyes fluttered back. Her arm wrapped around his neck and she curled into his strong chest. He noticed that she was shaking.

"Shh baby, it'll be ok. We're going to bed now." She nodded and he walked with her in his arms the four blocks back to the loft, stopping three times so she could throw up in the alley.

He opened the door and brought her to his room and set her on the bed. She was babbling and he couldn't help but smile as he brought the blanket to her chin. He was worried, and he hoped that it was just what she drank and not a virus.

Collapsing on the couch, he smiled as Mark came through the door and pointed to his shirt. Roger simply nodded. "She got sick again?" Mark asked, nearly squirming at the sight of the dried vomit covering Roger's chest. "Here, let's go get you cleaned up."

Roger himself had enough to drink and was so tired that he could barely stand up straight. Mark brought him into the bathroom and lifted his shirt over his head. "Mark, I can change myself. I am a big boy," Roger laughed.

"Here," Mark said throwing an old tee shirt in Roger's direction, "put this on. Go to bed and take your AZT. I'll have some aspirin on the counter for when you wake up tomorrow."

Roger smiled at Mark before disappearing into his room. He fell into bed and wrapped his arms around Mimi's small waist. He heard a sniffle as she rolled over and grabbed his face in her hands.

"Roger, you love me," she asked quietly, her eyes searching his face.

"Of course I do. Shh, go to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning," he answered groggily.

"I know Rog," she answered, "Mimi is tired too. Mimi likes your arms around her. Mimi wants you not be angry at her tomorrow. Mimi wants you to marry-" she drifted off while babbling nothings to herself. Roger's face was frozen. Had he imagined her saying that? It was all drunken rambling, right? It meant nothing. Would it be wrong to admit that he felt the same way but had been afraid to tell her?

Mimi awoke to find herself alone in bed. She saw Roger sitting at the table through the door with his head in his hands, nursing a cup of coffee.

"Hangover baby?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck.

"Mmm, what about you?" he looked at her adoringly and quickly pecked her lips.

She took the bottle of pills from his hands and took a swig of his coffee to help them go down, "I feel horrible. Did I get sick last night?"

He laughed. "So I take it you don't remember me carrying you back from the Life or puking down Avenue B do you?" She laughed into her hands and her face turned red with embarrassment, "I guess that's a no then," he added.

Mimi took another sip of his coffee and swallowed her AZT as well. "Oh God Rog, I think I'm gonna be sick again." She threw her hands over her mouth and ran into the bathroom.

Mark emerged from his bedroom scratching his head. "Mimi still sick?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think she drank too much. I just hope that's all it is. She's been doing so much better." Mark nodded.

Mimi and Roger spent the day inside, under a blanket, watching old moves in the TV in Mark's room. They laughed and had a pillow fight. Everything seemed perfect, and Mimi was finally feeling better. Still, Roger couldn't stop thinking about what Mimi had said in bed the night before.