I don't own Rent. Please let me know what you think. Sorry its been a while since I updated been super busy.
Mark walked back to the couch, where Cass was staring straight ahead with tear-stained eyes. He sets the crutches on the floor and sits on the floor near her head. With one hand he gently pushes back some of her hair strands. "You alright?" He asks while rubbing her back slowly. She shakes her head no and tries to wrap herself tighter in the thin blanket Roger had laid on her earlier. "Are you cold?" She shook her head yes and her body seemed to answer with a slight shiver. Mark in response to this got up and walked to his room. He grabbed his only blanket, and tucked her into it as best as possible. It was dark green and navy blue. His mom had sent it to him his first year in New York. He started to ask her if she wanted something to eat, but she had disappeared underneath the blankets, and was just a shivering lump. He knew she must have been hungry for she hadn't eaten in a while so he went in to the kitchen and began to make her something. He had pulled out a pot when Roger came into the kitchen.
"I got it. You should go help her. She needs you." Mark nodded and walked back to the couch. There was a spot big enough so Mark could sit on the couch. So he sat there and rubbed Cass' back gently. A few minutes later Roger came over with a mug of chicken soup. He handed it to Mark who gently shook Cass. "Hey Roger made you some soup." A few minutes later Cass' head popped out of the blankets and Mark helped her sit up by sitting behind her and providing a sort of post for her to lean against while she ate the soup.