Hey! I apologize that this is so short; I was just desperate to get something out. This is the result. Enjoy Part 6 of '3 hours' Please review! :D

Mimi and Benny showed up soon after Jo, Mo, Collins and I had settled down in Mark's room. Maureen and Joanne were sharing one chair and Collins was sitting near the door. I however was sitting right beside his bed, holding his hand like the people his mother or his girlfriend would be doing if they were here right now. I know I'm not either, but Mark deserved to have someone beside him, holding his hand and caring for him for once in his life.

Don't get me wrong though; I was definitely not enjoying holding his cold hand and watching him fight for his life up close and personal…but I just know that if my mom or Mimi wasn't here if I was in his position, he'd be doing the exact same for me—no matter how much pain it caused him. So I decided to suffer in silence as I watched the machine breathe for him and waited for Mimi and Benny to find a seat.

Mimi eventually decided to go sit beside Collins after kissing my forehead and squeezing my free hand hoping to comfort me, and Benny—who looked horribly uncomfortable—stayed standing with his hands in his pockets.

Mimi had made a smart choice of seating, because as much as I love her, I needed to travel this road of grief alone—

Woah, what the hell?

Why the hell am I getting so sentimental? Damn, this whole thing was changing my way of thinking. I kind of hate that.

I began to stroke Mark's pale hand as I sat there, trying to keep on breathing normally. If I didn't, I knew I'd break down and cry.

I know what you're thinking: Roger Davis, the rock star, crying? Puh-lease!

Well, this is what happens when you aren't grateful for what you got and you don't tell your best friend—who you just know God separated from you from before getting your moms' preggo because one of your moms couldn't handle you two as brothers–that you love him, almost as much as you love your girlfriend. God, I need to tell him that before he goes…I have to! Even if he isn't conscious enough to hear it.

"I hate to say this, but I have to go—"

Five guesses on who said that.

"To what Benny? What's more important than one of your best friends dying?" Maureen snapped, pausing in her never-ending sobbing.

"Work, sadly enough." Benny sighed as he slowly and cautiously walked over to Mark's bedside (the opposite side of me). I felt a fierce protectiveness unleash inside me and for a second I considered picking him up and throwing Mark's other "best friend" out the door…but as I clenched my teeth and my fists I slowly began to realize that Benny had a right to be here—Mark and him were friends in college, and they do occasionally talk nowadays. It was only fair to Mark.

So, in a moment of self-sacrifice (it would`ve been fun to kick Benny`s ass) I decided to leave Benny alone.

It took all my self-control not to punch Benny's face in when he grabbed Mark's free hand and squeezed it to smitherins —He squeezed it gently Davis. Fuckin' relax. I thought to myself, reminding myself (not for the first time) that Mark won't break with the slightest pressure.

"I'll see you later Mark." Benny whispered lowly following the hand—(breaking) squeezing. At first I was about to yell at him for pretending that Mark was alright and I was just about ready to punch his face in when it hit me:

He was just trying to keep positive, something I had given up on awhile ago. He was basically doing something I didn't have the courage to do—building his hopes up even though there's more than one reason that'll be for naught.

Within seconds of this epiphany I realized that Benny was officially gone, which left the rest of us. Alone. With nothing to do except pray that the doctors are wrong and that Mark will pull through. Mark was strong; he could totally do this…At least that's what I kept telling myself. Because I was afraid of anything less being true.

No sounds were heard except for Maureen's very dramatic sniffles (Joanne had finally calmed her). As I sat there, I sort of began to wish somebody would say something or do something. Anything really. Anything funny to be totally honest. We could all do with some laughs. We were one of those groups that had to be laughing and joking around to be completely comfortable around each other.

When Angel was in the hospital, it was usually Angel who filled these silences. She usually began talking about how shitty the service was in the hospital or how much she wished that she was able to wear anything but the drab hospital gown or how she needed a mirror because she must look hideous! (She never did…she looked amazing right to the end)

And if Mark was awake, I'm almost sure he would be filling these silences like Angel did. He always did picture Angel as some sort of role model.

As I sat there in the dreaded silence I began to imagine what types of things Mark would be saying right now if he were awake.

Aww c'mon guys! Stop worrying. I'll be fine soon! After all, I've been through worse. Did you know I've almost been mugged 49 times?

Have you guys taken your AZT? You better not be neglecting your health because of mine…

God I hate this place! I can't wait 'til I'm out of here! When we do get out of here, we'll have to go to the Life Café because Angel was right—this hospital food is absolute crap!

"I-I need to get out of here guys. It's just…kind of too much." Mimi suddenly whispered. I thought I'd feel anger at this, since I felt so angry at Benny for leaving, but I couldn't find it in my heart to be angry. After all, wouldn't I do the same thing if I was allowed?

Probably…I hated to admit to myself.

"I'm-I'm coming too." Maureen added quickly, jumping off of Joanne's lap, "I wanna go get some coffee."

"Right behind you." Mimi added as they both left the room hurriedly.

I gave the tiniest wave as they left the room before slumping in my chair. This was going to be a long night…

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