I'm feeling generous today. Oh and in my last chapter I forogt to mention that my birthday is tomorrow! Sweet 15! Yay. So send me some "Happy Birthdays" in your reviews and I'll be a very happy writer.

Disclaimer: Rent belongs to a man named Jonathan Larson. Not me. If you don't know who he is then why are you reading Rent fanfics?

At the hospital...

After the whole "Rock Paper Scissor" situation Maureen and Joanne agreed that Joanne was not cranky in the morning. Afterwards, the gang headed down to the hospital to go and get their little white boy back (as Collins said.).

The bohemians entered Mark's room as Mark was in the middle of arguing with the TV. "NEXT HER! SHE'S A SKANK!" He yelled.

"Mark, you okay?" Mimi asked.

"I've never seen him so aggressive with a TV before." Maureen pointed out.

"Can you people just get me out of here now?" Mark asked impatintly.

"Hold on, little man. We gotta get you a pair of those walkie things...What are the called again?"

"Crunches!" Maureen said.

"No, Honeybear. They are called 'Crutches.'" Joanne corrected.

"'Crunches' 'crutches' same thing."

"Not really." Roger said.

"Did I ask you for your opinion?" Maureen said angrily.

"It's not my fault you don't know the difference between two completely different things." He shot back.

"Kiss my ass!"

"I wouldn't go near that thing!"

"Okay children." Collins said. "Let's not be acting like kindergartners in public."

"Well, when we're out of public, this conversation with continue." Maureen said to Roger.

"Fine." Roger said.

"Can I just go now?" Mark whined.

"Chill. We gotta get you those crutches and sign you out and crap like that. " Collins said.

"Alright. Mimi, Roger, and Joanne stay here. And me and Collins and Maureen will go discharge Marky." Angel said.

"Why do I have to go?" Maureen asked.

"I don't think it's a good idea to leave you in a room with Roger." Angel said.

"Yeah, you two might bite each others head off." Collins laughed. And with that said Angel, Maureen, and Collins left the room. And the room suddenly became abnormally quiet.

"I'm sorry, Mark." Mimi broke the silence.

"For what?" Mark asked.

"For getting mad and throwing the bottle of apple juice out the door causing you to slip and twist your ankle." She said rather fast.

"That's why I slipped!" Mark suddenly understood. "It's alright. I forgive you Meems." He said.

"Good." Mimi leaned over and gave him a hug.

"Hey Mark." Joanne said.

"Yeah?"

"That 'skank' got asked on a second date and she took the money." Joanne pointed to the TV.

"I told him to next her..." He said. Everyone laughed. About ten minutes later Maureen, Angel, and Collins came back. Collins was holding a pair of crutches.

"Alright let's get out of here." Collins said handing Mark the crutches.

"Thank god." Mark said standing up (With the help of the crutches.).

"Aww, Mark you look adorable with crutches." Maureen squealed.

"Maybe I should break my leg more often." He said unamused.

"Okay first of all, you didn't break your leg. It is your ankle. And second of all you didn't break it. You sprained it." Mimi said.

"Thank you Mimi. I'm sure none of us had any idea." Angel joked. Everyone laughed as they left the hospital room.

Haha. Mark likes to watch Next. Hmm, even though Next does not exist in this time period. Oh well, you can use your imagination and pretend that it does.

That was short. Oh well. The next chapter will be longer. I promise. But it will cost for a longer chapter. The cost? A review and a "Happy Birthday!".

I can't wait till tomorrow!

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