Author: ello luv
Summary: A look into our favourite Bohemians' lives
Disclaimer: I do not own Rent. Many thanks go out to Jonathan Larson for creating such a wonderful masterpiece. If only he could have seen his dream come to fruition.
F is for FistAt first, he was always the same. He would sit on the couch and shiver. When he wasn't begging for a hit, he would sob, sometimes silently, sometimes cursing her name.
The first time Mark approached, he yelled.
"Don't touch me!"
Mark shied away and left him to his mumbling.
The next time, he yelled again.
"Don't touch me!"
But this time around, Mark ignored him and sat beside the rocker, wrapping arms around the trembling frame. The cries turned to pleas, turned to whimpering, and, finally, to calm silence.
When the first episode reared its ugly head, it was business as usual. Mark approached slowly and placed a hand on Roger's shoulder.
"Don't touch me!"
Mark sat down, as usual, and tried to wrap his arms around his shivering friend.
"I said, don't touch me!"
This was new, but Mark ignored him, trying once again to hug the rocker.
"Don't touch me!"
Mark landed on his back on the floor, glasses snapped in half. He raised a trembling hand to his nose and it came away bloody. Roger, seeing it, whimpered and his eyes got wide, pulling his stained knuckled to his chest. Mark picked himself off the floor. He stopped by the kitchen to tape his glasses together and then disappeared into the bathroom, leaving a frightened Roger curled on the couch.
