I DO NOT OWN RENT (MR. LARSON DOES REST HIS SOUL). I ONLY OWN DAVID AND SOME OTHER ADD ON CHARACTERS TO COME.
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Chapter Seven
With Joanne
Joanne knew that she was either going to have to walk to the hospital or take the subway which she really didn't want to do.
If I walk, I'll never get there in time. What the hell am I going to do! Fuck.
"Joanne! Joanne!" she turned around hearing a familiar voice "Miss Abram! What happened!" The older woman took a minute to catch her breath "One of the parents, gasp they want to take you to the hospital! Oh Lord I need to work out more." Joanne grabbed Miss Abram's shoulders in excitement "Really! Where are they!"
"Right here!" a man waved at both of the women. He was fairly tall about Collins' height, African-American with long dred locks that weren't sloppy but neatly tied back with a ponytail holder. He wore a pair of jeans with a comfy, collared shirt.
He looks familiar.
"Joanne! I'll take you!"
Joanne kissed Miss Abram on the cheek and ran over to the man who looked like he wasn't much older than she was "Thank you. Thank you so much!"
The man smiled and quickly shook her hand "No problem, glad to help you. Come on my car's right over there." They waved back to Miss Abram, who walked back into the theatre.
The two jogged over to the car. The man unlocked Joanne's door and pulled it open for her. She thanked him and he closed it behind her as soon as she was ready. He himself then climbed in the car and they were finally on their way.
"So who you going to see?"
"My friend Angel, something happened to her. I'm not even sure what happened to her honestly."
"Oh man, I'm so sorry."
Joanne glanced at a picture of a little boy that was in the dashboard. She picked it up "This is your son?"
I knew this guy looked familiar!
"Yeah that's my boy Steven Jr, although he'd never want me to tell you he's a jr. He's beginning to think he's a professional actor." the man chuckled.
Joanne laughed "Oh yes! Steven! He's playing my bulldog. He's great."
The man looked at the picture in her hand for a moment "Thanks, I think so too."
"I'm really sorry that I had to take you away from him, he loves to have you when he gets ready."
"Oh no, I'm glad to help really. He's a professional actor, he'll be alright. Plus I know Miss Abram will make sure that he's alright while I'm gone. To make sure he has all of his demands."
The two giggled. Joanne really started to like this guy.
He glanced over at the lawyer "I'm Steven by the way. I don't think we've officially met."
"Oh I know who you are my little bulldog won't stop talking about you. So glad to meet you. It's so hard to meet all of the parents, but I try to as much as possible."
"Likewise, need I forget how many times Steven talks about how Miss Joanne said something nice about his acting. He really loves you. You seem to have a great way with kids."
Joanne blushed "I love him too. I know another child in the city that can play a money hungry bulldog better." Joanne giggled to herself at the thought of Benny sitting in the audience of her show and seeing himself being portrayed by a 9 year old boy. She smirked to himself.
He's gonna love it. I should have told Miss Abram to take a picture of his reaction when Steven comes out on stage.
They finally reached the hospital and pulled up to a temporary parking space. Steven looked at Joanne "Need me to go with you? Will you be alright by yourself?"
Joanne smiled at him "No, but thank you so much again Steve. How can I ever repay you?"
"Just keep helping out with the theatre. Know that Steven and I will be right there to support you. Now hurry and get to your friend. I hope everything's alright with her."
"Thank you so much again." Joanne climbed out of the car and closed the door.
With that he tipped his hand off to her and slowly drove off. Joanne watched him going down the street momentarily thinking about his extremely talented son.
She heard an ambulance's siren which brought her back to reality and she jogged into the hospital.
It wasn't to crowded which usually meant Angel would get care faster. The lawyer walked towards the same nurse's station that Mark and Collins were at previously. She found a nurse on the phone "How may I help you ma'am?"
"Could you please tell me where you have placed an Angel Dumott Schunard? Do you need the spelling?"
"No it's alright dear. Here we are, 8th floor, room 207B. Looks like he's out of intensive care."
WHAT A RELIEF!
Joanne sighed "Thank you!"
Joanne left the nurse's and walked up to the elevator and pressed the button. She glanced at her watch and walked into the elevator.
When she finally reached the 8th floor her heart began to race. Even though she knew Angel was out of intensive care, she was still a little worried. Angel of all people didn't deserve to be in a hospital at all. But she knew she had to put her emotions aside and go into her lawyer mode. She found a sign that said Rooms 200A-210B that pointed to the left. She continued to walk in that direction but still found no room with Angel's name or Room Number.
I can't believe that I can't find a damn room, this is unbelievable. 207B, 207B where the hell is 207B!
Joanne hated being lost, having things out of her control and being in a place that didn't have their lists right.
Shit, maybe I should do their directions for them.
With Maureen and Sunday
"Finally!" Maureen dramatically shouted.
Mark and Roger's building never looked so beautiful.
Maureen turned to Sunday "Remind me never to walk that fuckin' far again!"
Sunday tried to smile but simply couldn't. She was to busy trying to stare at all of the people Alphabet City had to offer. She was frightened and couldn't hide it. She had never been on this part of town at all, thinking about that she was more than frightened of what she saw around her. The drug addicts, homeless people and thugs were only something she saw on the news. Now that she was surrounded by it, she couldn't help but be frightened.
Slowly Sunday spotted a homeless man walking towards them. She began to become worried, "Umm, Maureen, Maureen."
Of course Maureen couldn't hear her calling because she was to busy trying to get someone's attention up at the loft.
"MARK! ROGER! MIMI! SOMEBODY THROW DOWN THE DAMN KEYS!"
Then man grew closer and Sunday started to panic "Maureen." She tapped on her shoulder but to no avail. "MAUREEN! TURN AROUND!"
Finally Maureen turned around the face the young woman who's face was pale with fear as the old man walked up to them.
"Hey George!" Maureen smiled and waved at him.
She gave him a high five which he gladly gave back "Here there Miss Maureen. I'll be at your next protest! Keep fighting the good fighting my friend!"
He walked past them both smiling Maureen returned the smile "You know I'll never stop George! See ya later!"
Sunday's heart almost stopped completely. She just couldn't believe that Maureen hadn't noticed that he was so close to them. But Maureen ignored her face and went about her business, screaming and yelling.
"MARK! ROGER!"
Geez, I swear when I want them they don't answer. But when I don't they're right there!
Just then a dirty blonde headed guy in a leather jacket and jeans popped out onto the fire scape "We're coming down Maureen! Stay there!"
Who the hell is that girl?
And he ran back into the loft.
Maureen began to shiver.
"Do you want your coat back?"
"No it's cool."
Roger eventually came out of the building holding a weeping Mimi close in his jacket. Maureen ran up them both hugging Mimi closely and whispered comforting words to her "Don't cry sweety, Ang will be alright. You know she's not going down without a fight."
Mimi laughed at this as she wiped her tears away. The thought of Angel fighting was what made Mimi smile even more "Yeah, she won't go down without kicking someone's ass in the process." The two bohemians laughed together.
Roger was relieved that Mimi was laughing again and kissed her on her forehead. Maureen sneezed and Roger handed her an old coat "You look like you need this, you'll catch a cold out here."
"Thanks Davis." As she put on the jacket, feeling it's warmth.
The group continued to walk all thinking of different things but one thing three of them couldn't stop thinking about was Angel.
"OH!"
The group stared at her used to these kind of blurts from the performance artist.
"I forgot to introduce you guys! Mimi, Roger this is Sunday Meiers. I found her on the street!" Maureen said cheerfully.
Roger looked at Maureen.
Only Maureen could find some girl from Park Avenue on the street in Alphabet City.
"Nice Johnson, nice." Roger said to her sarcastically. Mimi paid no attention except for a wave at the girl, she was only thinking of her best friend.
Sunday shyly waved and shook Roger's hand weakly. Roger looked at her with a quizzitve look in his eye "Where you from Sunday?"
Just as Sunday tried to quickly find an excuse not to answer Maureen jumped and pointed towards the subway. "Come on guys, let's go!"
With Angel, Collins, Mark, Nurse Cora Kingley
Angel couldn't stop kissing Collins, for some reason he looked damn sexy in that hospital room at that time. Most likely it was the medication, but Angel didn't care. He got his man back. Collins didn't mind a bit. Mark recorded everything, which began to get a little creepy. He loved to see Angel and Collins together, they were the only couple in the group that didn't want to tear one another part...in a bad way. Nurse Kingley the friends as they hugged one another with a look of satisfaction on her face. There's nothing better than a patient seeing their family or friends.
Collins couldn't keep his eyes off Angel. As his lover was surrounded by white he looked just like his name sake.
An Angel indeed.
The bandage around Angel's head did upset him, but he was more happy to see his lover smiling and talking than anything else. Collins turned to Nurse Kingley who continued to watch happily as Angel posed for Mark on his camera.
"I can still be sexy even with a bandage on my head!" Angel shouted.
The professor walked over to her and held her hand "I wanted to thank you again, for everything."
"You're welcome Tom, that's my job."
"Come on, I want you to meet her."
Angel's bright smile got even brighter when he saw his lover coming back over to him.
Damn that man is sexy.
"And who is this lover?"
"This wonderful, charming and darling woman is the woman that kept me sane while you were up here Ang. This is Nurse Cora Kingley." At such sweet words the older woman put her head down and smiled.
"Thank you Tom for all that but really dears I'm only doing what all nurses should be doing." She walked over to Angel "Hi Angel, so glad to finally meet you darlin'."
Angel grabbed the woman's hand and squeezed it, "Nice to meet you too. Thank you for taking care of my man, I really appreciate it." Angel then pulled her into a warm embrace. Mark didn't miss a moment, this would be excellent footage for his movie.
Collins look on at them happy that yet another person got to experience the love, warmth and generosity that is Angel Dumott Schunard.
I KNOW THIS SOUNDS LIKE THE END OF THE STORY...BUT IT'S NOT!