Hello again. I'm back with yet another update! Thank you all for the reviews! I love knowing what people think about my writting. This chapter is kind of short I think, but oh well, maybe the next one will be longer. Please enjoy and review!

Disclamer: I don't own RENT. If I did then I wouldn't be writting how Mark and Roger get together, they would have been together from the start.

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When they reached the cemetery they visited Mimi for a while before going to Angel's grave. After a while neither could stand being in the cemetery any longer so they left, went to the Life Cafe for a small lunch and then to the park. Mark, of course, had his camera with him so they sat on a bench while Mark filmed the people passing. It was peaceful enough and the roommates were enjoying themselves, but the weather did want to cooperate. Within a half hour of sitting there it decided to rain, by the time they made it back to the loft it was pouring and both were soaked.

After they were inside Mark went to the bathroom to get some towels. When he came back he dropped them on the floor and clutched his stomach as he laughed. Roger who had been shaking his head to get rid of the water stopped at the sound. He looked up at Mark confused, having no idea what was so funny.

"You . . .laugh . . .looked like . . .laugh . . .a dog!" The filmmaker managed to get out before laughing again. Roger stared at him before an evil smirk appeared on his face. Mark stopped and looked up and saw the smirk. Uh-oh, he thought. He grinned nervously then ran.

Roger was hot on his heals as they raced around the loft. It didn't take long for the musician to catch up and grab the blonde. Mark squeaked as he was pulled back into a hard chest. He turned around, but tripped over the towels he had dropped and fell into Roger. Roger was knocked off balance and they both landed on the couch with Mark on top.

"Sorry." Mark mumbled, his voice muffled by the song writer's shirt. He looked up with a sheepish smile. When his eyes met emerald green ones his smile faded and time seemed to stand still. Roger slowly brought his hand up to lightly caress the filmmaker's cheek. Mark leaned forward as his eyes looked to Roger's pink lips before looking into his eyes again. Roger got the hint and leaned forward as well. Just as their lips were centimeters apart the phone rang.

With the mood killed the roommates sat up and waited to hear the familiar 'SPEAK!' After three more rings the answering machine picked up and a gruff sounding man began speaking.

"This is Dr. Salwen from the hospital, I'm calling on the account of Thomas Collins. He was . . ." The message was interrupted when Mark all but ran for the phone and ripped it off the hook.

"Hello? This is Mark Cohan."

". . ."

"I see, can we see him?"

". . ."

"Ok, we'll be over soon." Mark hung up the phone, but didn't turn around as he spoke. "Collins is in the hospital. They said he collapsed on his way home this morning and someone called an ambulance." He turned around to look Roger in the eyes. "I know you don't like hospitals, but please come with me to see him." Roger looked away, but didn't say anything.

Mark's face fell in disappointment, but he quickly got rid of the look, before Roger saw him, and started getting ready to go into the rain again. He was just about to grab their only umbrella, an old black piece of fabric with a stick that could hardly pass as an umbrella, when an arm reached out from behind him to grab it first.

The filmmaker turned around and was surprised to see Roger ready to go. Mark smiled softly at him before opening the door leaving with Roger close behind. When they got outside he opened the umbrella and pulled the strawberry blonde to his side with an arm around his waist. Mark smiled up at him and snuggled into his side as they started the long trek to the hospital.

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Fifteen minutes later the friends entered the hospital. Roger pulled Mark closer to him with every step

"It's ok, Roger. We'll be out of hear in no time." Roger was skeptical, but nodded anyway. They finally reached the front desk after many wrong turns. An old woman, that looked angry at the world, greeted them.

"How can I help you?"

"We're looking for Thomas Collins." Mark said. The old woman started pounding on the keyboard in front of her.

"Room 312. Take the elevator at the end of the hall to the third floor." She finally said. Mark nodded and thanked her before heading down the hall with Roger still attached to his waist who was constantly looking around him.

When they reached the room they found their friend sleeping in-between the stiff white sheets of the hospital bed. Besides the IV in his arm he didn't look any different than he had that morning. The roommates stayed for a while, but visiting hours ended at eight so they were forced to leave.

The walk home was a bit more pleasant than the one there. Though Collins hadn't woken up he didn't look deathly ill and was not in critical condition. On top of that bit of good news the rain had stopped.

When they got back to the loft Mark went to the kitchen, but just stood there as if he was debating whether to eat or not since they missed dinner. Deciding it wasn't worth the energy he left the kitchen and continued to his room.

"Eat, Mark." Roger ordered. Mark jumped at the sudden noise and turned to face the musician.

"I'm not hungry."

"I don't care. You haven't eaten since lunch." Roger went to the kitchen and began making two sandwiches.

"Roger, I'm really not hungry. I'll just eat tomorrow."

"And I said I don't care." The song writer finished making the sandwiches and handed one to Mark while he ate the other. Mark sighed in defeat before he slowly ate the food. When he was done he went to his room and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He was woken up later when a weight settled on the edge of his bed. He grabbed his glasses and turned around to see what woke him up. Roger sat on his bed staring at the floor. Mark sighed.

"You know I'm not going to let you." He said softly.

"I know." Instead of the anger on his face like the night before, this time Roger looked ready to cry. He had finally been accepting that Mimi was gone and now his long time friend was in the hospital. Who knew if Collins was the next to go.

Mark just folded down the corner of his sheets in a silent invitation. Roger gave him a grateful look before he climbed in next to him. For the second night in a row the roommates slept together and when the woke in the morning to find their arms wrapped around each other, they didn't mind at all.

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Kag-Kitsune