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Tomorrow Comes - 33

With Angel and Collins

Entering that hospital was probably the hardest thing she'd ever done. Someone that loved her, someone that cared for her so much was in here because of her. Because of something that she caused. Now more than ever Angel felt like she didn't deserve Collins' love, but she'd always hear his voice in her ear giving her confidence, giving her his love. Without her man, she'd be nothing.

Angel stepped into the lobby of the hospital looking about her. No one seemed to notice her, which didn't bother her. Smiling warmly, Angel approached the nurse's station asking for Collins' room number.

After what seemed like ages, Angel finally reached Collins' room running her fingers across the name. That name. She'd never heard such a name that was so obviously common, but was filled with so much.

The two were on their way to the Life Café for coffee when Angel turned toward her new lover. "Do you like your name?"

Collins turned to this creature, this amazing creature stamping out his cigarette on the cold street. " Actually, I don't."

"Why is that?" Angel said as she danced in front of him, taking his hands and lifting them into the air. "I love it."

The professor shyly smiled, surprising her with a sweet kiss. "Then I love it."

Angel smiled at the memory before being startled by Mark who couldn't even begin to take the smile off of his face. "Angel! You're here!" He embraced his friend, aware of how she winced when he did hug her.

"Hi Markie." She said paining a smile.

"We missed you. Are you okay? What's going on with everything? What did your lawyer say? When did you get a lawyer?"

Angel held her hand out, calming Mark down with her soothing voice. "Markie, it's alright. Don't worry about that. I'll be fine." As the door began to close behind Mark, Angel watched it, the fear rising inside of her. "How is he Mark? Does he even want to see me?"

Mark's smile melted when he saw how Angel's face turned pale once more. "Yes he does. All he tells me to do is get you. I didn't even know where to start."

"He almost died didn't he?" Angel said as she locked eyes with the film maker who was taken aback by her question.

"Angel, I think…"

"Just tell me Mark."

"Yes." Mark watched Angel carefully as she covered her face with one of her hands. "Honestly, the doctors don't even know why he's talking."

Angel lifted her head, tears beginning to flow. "Do you hate me Mark?"

"Never Angel. I will never hate you." Mark slowly walked over to Angel, wrapping his arm around his friend.

"Roger does, doesn't he?" She sobbed.

"Don't worry about Roger. Just worry about your man who is waiting for you."

The street drummer walked over to a nearby window, leaning onto it. "I can't face him after what I've done. He deserves so much better Mark. You all do."

"Who said we wanted anything better than you Angel? Who said that we want to replace you?"

Angel looked up to the film maker who opened the door, motioning toward it. "Go in."

As she passed, Mark grabbed Angel's hand kissing it. Angel smiled at Mark, cupping his face with her hand before going into the room.

Collins laid in his hospital bed, watching the television that he could barely hear. He hadn't even noticed her come in until she walked fully into the room. "Find Angel Mark, I need…"

"Hi lover." Angel nervously played with the straps of her backpack.

"Angel!" Collins said excitedly as he sat himself up in bed as best as he could. Reaching his arms out to her, Collins began to softly weep. "Baby, come here."

"I don't want to hurt you more than I have Tom."

"Angel, God dammit baby please come here. I need you so bad right now."

When Collins tried to extend his arms, Angel could see that his blanket was soaked with blood. "Tom!" Angel said as she ran over to him. "I'm so sorry baby! I'm so sorry!"

Collins held his Angel, listening to her sobs and all the while comforting her. "I love you Angel. I'll always love you."

"Forgive me baby, please."

Lifting her head to meet his, Collins smiled. "Marry me."

With Mimi & Roger

Roger giggled at Mimi who was curled up into his chest. "Meems…wake up babe."

Mimi groaned a bit, wiping her face with her hand. "Hi." She said sweetly as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Hey you." He leaned in for a kiss which she happily obliged. "Hungry?"

"Actually, I think I have plenty to eat right here." Roger laughed as Mimi took bites into his skin, tickling him some.

"Hey! No I mean actual food!"

Mimi sat up, shaking her hair out a bit. "Oh." She giggled. "Sure, I could eat."

"Let's go get breakfast." Roger said as he stepped into his jeans.

"Breakfast? Now? It's the afternoon."

Roger walked over to her side of the bed, taking her hands and pulling her towards him. Mimi blushed heavily as she tried to cover her thin body with the sheet. "Roger, I'm kind of desnudo."

"So what? It's all mine isn't it?"

Mimi smiled as she laid her head against his bare chest. "Forever." Opening her eyes quickly, the dancer looked back up to her man. "But we need to take a shower first."

The rocker lifted one of his arms. "Wow. You're right."

"I'm gonna get their first llorón." She said as she ran toward the bathroom. Roger quickly jogged after her. "You know what I'm beginning to know what you're saying and I am not a moaner."

Mimi turned the water on hopping into the shower. "Yeah right! All you say is Oh Mimi, yeah Mimi! It's kinda cute."

Roger turned a brilliant shade of red as he shed his jeans, joining Mimi in the shower.

Maureen, Joanne & Miss Abram

Instead of going home as promised, Joanne and Maureen remained at the Theatre, against all protests against it. Maureen nervously sat at the table next to the one where Joanne and Miss Abram were busy making phone calls to excited parents. She shook her foot as she fumbled through her purse, trying to find her lipstick.

"Honeybear! You won't believe how happy the parents are! Some of them are on their way to help clean up!"

"That's great Pookie." Maureen said as she continued to search in her purse. "Ah ha!" Carefully taking the top off of her lipstick, Maureen brought it to her lips, rubbing them together to spread the color about her lips.

Fifteen minutes had passed before Joanne had even realized that Maureen was gone. The lawyer walked around the Theatre calling Maureen's name until she began to panic. "I don't know where Maureen is!" She called out to Miss Abram.

"Maybe she went to the restroom darlin'." Miss Abram said as she began to dial another number.

"I checked in there! Where did she go!" Joanne said running her fingers through her hair.

Miss Abram took off her glasses. "Joanne, I'm sure she's fine. You keep too close a watch of Miss Maureen. Let her be. Now come on, we've got a few more people to call. Do you think that your friend Angel can come back and help us with costumes?"

"That's where she went! To the hospital! I wanted her to wait for me." Joanne said as she ran toward her cell phone.

"She probably wanted to go alone Miss Joanne, she seemed really frightful for your friends, but you said that they'd be fine right?"

Joanne was never sure if Collins or Angel would pull out of anything that they'd been through. She felt as if she had completely ignored her friends, not being the friend that they had always been to her.

With Sunday

Sunday paced her new apartment, at a loss for what to do. A baby would bring so much responsibility. Would she be able to handle it? Her parents still had no idea of anything that she had been doing in New York. Would they approve? The young woman quickly shook her head no; her parents weren't the most understanding people. But nevertheless, she would continue on with her life, come hell or high water.