Here's chapter 10! Woot! I'd like to thank my friend for helping me come up with the name for the doctor.
Disclaimer: Rent is not owned by me. Only in my dreams...
Time to read!
"Call 911!" Roger yelled. Mimi, being careful of the spilt juice rushed inside and dialed 911. Roger ran down the stairs to check on his friend. When Roger reached Mark he picked up Mark's arm and felt his wrist for a pulse.
"He still has a pulse!" Roger yelled. Mimi came out of the loft and down the stairs toward Roger.
"Okay, an ambulance is on their way." she said. "Oh god, this is all my fault!" She cried.
"Mimi don't blame yourself." He said in a comforting voice. "Even though it was kind of your fault" He muttered.
"Gee, that made me feel so much better." She said sarcastically.
The ambulance came about ten minutes later. The paramedics put a neck brace on Mark (Just incase he hurt his neck.) And then they carefully got him on the stretcher and they carried Mark into the truck.
After almost five minutes of debating the paramedics let Roger and Mimi ride in the ambulance with them.
On the way down to the hospital it was quiet until one of the paramedics broke the silence. "I'm Trey." He said.
"Roger." Roger said extending his hand for Trey to shake.
"I'm Mimi." Mimi said extending her hand toward Trey. Trey shook both their hands.
"Nice to meet you both." Trey said.
"So is he going to be okay?" Roger asked, referring to Mark.
"Um, I can't really tell, but he looks like he'll be fine." Trey responded.
Both Roger and Mimi sighed a little relief.
(At the hospital waiting room)
After the doctors rushed Mark into the emergency room, Mimi sat in the waiting room by herself, biting her nails (Something she did when she was nervous.) While Roger was trying to get a hold of the rest of the bohemian gang. Roger soon got back to the emergency room and sat next to Mimi.
"Did anyone pick up?" Mimi asked as Roger sat down in the chair next to hers.
"No" Roger said. "No one is answering up their damn phones!"
"Rog, calm down." She put a comforting arm around him. "Did you leave them messages?" She asked.
"Yeah, I did." He said putting his head in his hands.
"He'll be fine." Mimi reassured. "He'll pull through it"
"I hope so..."
About a half an hour later...
When Collins and Angel heard the horrifying message that was left on their answering machine by Roger, the two rushed over to the hospital as fast as they could to find out what happened to their dear friend.
When they made it to the hospitals waiting room they saw Mimi resting her head on Roger's shoulder, both were definitely more than half asleep.
Angel rushed over to the couple. "Where is Mark? What happened? Is he okay?" She asked worriedly.
"Mark fell down the stairs at the loft." Roger said.
"And we don't know what's up with him now." Mimi added. "They are not telling us anything."
Just then Maureen came bursting though the door with Joanne following behind her trying to catch up with the drama queen. "WHERE IS MY MARKY?!" She screamed across the room.
"He's in the emergency room." Mimi said.
"OH MY GOD! MARKY'S DEAD!?" Maureen yelled.
"No honey, He'll be just fine..." Angel said in a soft voice. "...I think" She muttered.
"None of the doctors are telling us anything." Roger said.
"That is not fair!" Maureen cried as she sat down in one of the chairs.
About five minutes later one of the doctors came into the waiting room. "Is there anyone here for a 'Mark Cohen'? She asked reading the paper she held in her hand. All the bohemians stood up and looked at the doctor. "I'll need to speak to a relative of his..." She said as she eyed the group.
"I'm his sister!" Maureen shouted. The rest of the group gave her a funny look. 'Just go along with it.' she mouthed to them.
"The doctor looked at Maureen and nodded. "All right." she said. "And your name is?"
"Maureen Johnson." Maureen said.
"I thought the last name was Cohen?" The doctor asked suspiciously.
"It is..." Maureen said. "I mean, it was...before I uh...married him!" She pointed to Collins.
Angel, Mimi, and Roger burst out laughing. "What is so funny?" the doctor asked.
"Nothing" Angel said.
"Just some memories from the wedding." Mimi said.
"Yeah, what a night!" Roger laughed more.
"I see..." The doctor began. "Well then Mrs. Johnson can I have a word with you in the hall?" She asked. Maureen nodded and followed her into the hallway. "Before I start, let me introduce myself. I'm Dr. Thomzel and I have been taking care of your brother." Dr. Thomzel said. Maureen nodded for her to go on. "Anyways..." She continued. "I have some news about your brother..."
"OH DEAR LORD, HE'S DEAD!" Maureen screamed.
"No, no, no, he is not dead." Dr. Thomzel said.
"You sure?" Maureen asked.
"Yes, I'm sure."
Maureen let out a sigh of relief. "So, then what is wrong with him?" She asked.
"Well, he is perfectly fine except for some bruises and a twisted ankle. So he could be out of here by tomorrow." She said.
"So can we go and see him?" Maureen asked.
"Who do you mean by 'we'?"
"Well, me and everyone else that was waiting in the waiting room." Maureen said.
"I suppose so, just don't make a lot of noise." Said the doctor.
Maureen ran back into the waiting room to tell everyone that Mark was okay.
Did you think I killed Mark? NEVER! He's way to cute.
Anywho...
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