Okay, Part 2 out of 3 in my '3 hours' story (Yeah, I changed my mind; instead of 2 it's 3).

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"It's on its way. They told me to keep the wound covered." Mimi sobbed, suddenly joining Roger beside Mark. She handed Roger a couple of towels, and Roger took them quickly to replace his bloodied hands.

"W-we should keep him awake." Mimi said, her sobs finally going away. She grabbed Mark's hand, and shook it slightly. "Babe? Wake up Mark..." Mimi whispered, trying to keep her tears in.

After many tries, the couple couldn't wake their fallen friend. Even when Roger slapped him (which made a shocked Mimi yell at him) he didn't wake up. This not only worried Roger, but it also pissed him off.

He knew if he didn't Mark up, he probably never would. He knew because if he was right about Mark's injuries, Mark was in big trouble if he didn't wake up. Years of being a bartender taught him a couple of things: like about how to spot a drunken person who was looking for a fight and if a cut is deep or not. By what Roger saw of the wound, it was deep, and it was either a gunshot wound or a stabbing. He couldn't be sure. But both weren't good, so he had to get Mark to a hospital as soon as possible. He just hoped the damn ambulance would get there soon.

"T-They told me to open the door to let them in and to wait downstairs. You stay here." Mimi suddenly whispered, getting up and wiping her face. There was a little blood on her hands and dress, but she didn't seem to care.

Roger was barely paying attention to her. The only person he cared about right now was Mark, whose breath was ragged, and who was still bleeding heavily. Roger was trying his hardest to stop the bleeding, but it wouldn't seem to stop. Blood was surrounding him and Mark and he vaguely wondered how much blood can come from one little man.

Roger fought to keep tears back as he waited impatiently for the ambulance. He didn't want anyone (other than Mimi and Mark of course) to see his tears. He couldn't let himself...if he of all people sobbed over this in front of everyone; you just knew that there was no hope in the situation. So he couldn't sob, because he couldn't live with the thought that there was no more hope.

"Rog? You okay man?" a voice asked, bringing me back. I blinked, and I realized quickly my eyes were wet, but no tears had fallen. I looked over to see Collins looking concernedly at me, with his large hand on my arm. I looked, and realized that I was gripping the chair as if my life depended on it.

"I-I'm fine. It's just, b-b-bad memories." I stuttered. My eyes then widened in shock, and Collins looked even more worried than he did before. I, Roger Davis, the rock star, never stuttered. It was rare when it did happen, and it only happened when I was really distressed...which didn't happen too much anymore.

"Man, maybe you should take a small nap...or go home to Mimi and relax. You need it." Collins said, looking at me intently and carefully.

"No...I have to stay for Mark. If roles were reversed, Mark would do the same for me, and we both know it...I need to be here, just in case he wakes up." I whispered, wringing my hands. Collins just nodded understandingly, and sat back in his seat.

I sighed heavily then and looked at the ceiling. I had to admit I was tired, but I just couldn't fall asleep. Every time I closed my eyes, or tried to, I saw Mark. Mark happy, Mark sad, Mark alive and well, and Mark...I shook my head quickly to rid it of the images, and I decided to keep my eyes open.

A minute later, sirens were heard, and Roger smiled slightly. "Mark, the ambulance is here..." Roger whispered, even though he knew Mark wouldn't wake, "You're going to be fine...just fine."

The next few minutes were a blur for Roger. One minute he's kneeled by Mark, blood all over him, and then the next minute he's on the side watching the paramedics try to wake up his best friend and to stop the bleeding. The next thing he knew, Mimi and Roger were the only ones in the loft, both covered in blood and the ground in front of them was as well. The sirens were retreating, and the silence was overwhelming.

"C'mon Roger, let's call the others and find a way to the hospital." Mimi suddenly whispered, grabbing Roger forearm. But Roger didn't move; he just stared at the spot that Mark had been only a minute ago.

Roger felt completely numb. He felt bile in his throat, but he kept it down. He still couldn't believe it...that someone could hurt his beloved Mark. His best friend, his brother. If Roger ever found the son of a bitch that hurt him, the asshole was going down...

"Babe..."Mimi whispered, grabbing his shoulder and massaged softly, "We have to go and see if Mark'll be okay."

That made Roger take a shuddery breath and stand up. His legs felt like lead, and all he wanted to do was collapse and sob for his friend, as if he was already lost—

Roger froze for a second, and then visible determination showed on Roger face as he pulled Mimi towards the loft's door, not pausing to clean up or change.

He wasn't going to lose his Mark. Not if he had anything to say about it.

I have officially lost that mentality.

A commotion had stirred me awake (I apparently fell asleep just for a few minutes), and what I saw wasn't pretty.

An old-looking woman was on her knees on the floor, sobbing as a man kneeled beside her to wrap his arms around her. Pure grief and pain was evident in the woman's eyes, and all I wanted to do was cry with her.

Instead I looked away.

I looked towards the white ceiling, my jaw clenched as I tried to think of anything other than Mark. But it seemed as if it was impossible. The damn albino refused to leave my head. All I want to do is sleep Goddamnit! But no...I'm not allowed to sleep, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to for awhile after this, even if Mark made it—

He will make it! I thought furiously.

"Rog?"

I looked up to see a worried Collins.

"What?"

"Go to the bathroom. You're covered in blood."

"I—"

"Go." Collins said, and his tone showed that there was no arguing over the point.

I just sighed, and stood up. I realized that the woman was still on the floor, sobbing. The doctor was gone, but the man was still clutching the woman to his chest. I shook my head and turned away. I couldn't think about that stuff. Those thoughts would only lead to—

No!

I took a deep breath and was surprised to find myself only a few steps from the bathroom. I rushed in and had to take a second look into the mirror in front of me.

I look like pure shit!

My hair is fuckin' messy, my hands and clothes are bloody, my eyes are way too bright, and I looked like a ghost.

I was actually scared. I made a frustrated noise that seemed more like a choked sob, and I rushed over to the sinks. The only thought I had was to get the blood off of me. I felt so dirty! All I want to do is take a long shower and rub my skin raw.

But that was the last thing I could do, so I turned on the tap on full blast, and began scrubbing.

I scrubbed his hands, arms, and face raw for what felt like hours, and I didn't even notice when the door opened and a tired looking Collins came in. I was so engrossed that I didn't even notice the wetness falling from my eyes.

I was so engrossed that I practically jumped a foot in the air when Collins touched my shoulder. I gasped and held onto the sink as if it was my only life raft. It was only then I realized that tears were falling quickly down my cheeks and that my skin was a bloody red despite the fact that there was no more blood on them.

I wiped my eyes and felt sick. I couldn't do this...I simply couldn't. I wasn't ready to face the death of someone I loved. Angel was hard, but this...I was pretty sure this would kill me. I actually had no doubt.

Mark's my only true family...Not in blood, but in soul. Sure, I'm close with Collins, Mimi, and I even daresay Maureen and Benny...But Mark was a completely different story. He's the only one who refused to walk out on me even though everyone else had; he was the only one who knows me inside and out, even more so then Mimi.

Him and I have been "Mark & Roger" for many years now. For years, if you could find one you could easily find the other, or if you insulted one, you were in deep trouble from the other. It's just always been that way. But now...

Tonight "Mark & Roger" might just become "Roger"...and if that happened, I don't have a clue what would happen to me.

I couldn't stop the tears now. It was simply impossible to do. Thankfully Collins was there for me throughout, holding me and telling me all would be okay. But I knew it wouldn't.

If Mark gets out of here alive, I'm going to make sure he knows how much I care. Roger thought, wiping the tears away when they finally slowed.

"Thanks Tom." I croaked, looking at myself in the mirror. I chuckled slightly. I looked worse off from when I entered.

"You're welcome boy. You know, you shouldn't hide your feelings. We all know how much you love Mark. We understand, or at least I do." Collins whispered, patting my back.

"I can't Tom...Not until he's gone. I can't let him do this to me, I can't break down until he's under the ground and there's no way in hell he's coming back up." I whispered, wiping any remnants of tears off of my cheeks. I hate crying. It made me look so vulnerable. The only people who have ever seen me cry was Tom, Mimi, my mother, and...I gulped and fought against tears once more.

How the hell did these tears keep coming? You'd think that my eyes would be dry of tears by now...

"Alright, if you insist...Now, c'mon, let's go get some coffee or something. I just talked to the doctor who's working on Mark and he says that he can't really tell us anything yet but he will in a few hours time." Collins said, casually draping his arm onto my shoulders.

To say I was disappointed with Collins' story was to say the least.

Sucky way to end this chapter, but that's all I got for now :P Pretty please review! :)