Author's note: This is just kind of a filler chapter, there's not a whole lot of action. It's more closure for the previous chapter than anything else.
Roger spent three weeks in the hospital, the first of which he was unconscious during. When he woke up, he saw Mark sitting by his bedside. He struggled to sit up. "Mark! What the…where am I?" Mark smiled, slightly. "The hospital. Charlene kicked your ass pretty badly this time." Roger chuckled, wincing. "Yeah, I guess so." He sat up more, seeing Collins, who grinned. "Acoording to the doctors, Rog, you were nearly dead when we found you. Massive internal bleeding, some cracked ribs, several deep wounds that are believed to be from a pair of scissors and a lot of head trauma. You shouldn't be alive right now. You were like that almost six hours before we got to you. However, you'll recover. You've been here a week," he added, answering Roger's unspoken question. Roger nodded. "So, how long am I…wait, a week?" Collins nodded. "Yeah. Why?" Roger turned to Mark. "Let me see," he commanded gently. Mark nodded, producing his left arm. Roger examined it, then smiled. "I'm proud of you." Mark nodded. "I've been busy filming. Maureen got me a camera for my birthday." Roger's smile faded. "I missed your birthday?" Mark shrugged. "It's no big deal." Roger gave him a concerned look. "But it is. You're sixteen. I wanted to make a big deal out of it." He smiled. "I'll just have to do it when I get out of here." Mark grinned. "Get some rest. We'll be back later."