This is appalling. Two reviews. Two. I don't consider myself greedy, but that was just a little insulting. I can't say I wasn't personally hurt by that. I mean, some authors get pissed if they don't get seven reviews per chapter. I got two…for two chapters. I guess only two people care about my story, not including myself.

Last chapter. Not that anyone cares…just saying. Anyway, to all Americans, happy Independence Day!

Chapter 16: Uncovering the Truth

It's okay to be angry and never let go
It only gets harder the more that you know
When you get lonely if no one's around
You know that I'll catch you when you're falling down
We came together but you left alone
And I know how it feels to walk out on your own
Maybe someday I will see you again
And you'll look me in my eyes and call me your friend
-Empty Apartment, Yellowcard

"You cannot just withdraw him from treatment! The repercussions would be devastating! He might never get over this addiction without some stability, without the help you thought you were unfit to give!"

"I thought wrong," a familiar husky voice said. "And I want to get him out now."

Roger? Mark sat up in bed. Was that Roger outside his door?

"Ma'am," another voice broke in, this one smoother and more calm, "I know you want to help, but this was all just a misunderstanding."

Mark held his breath in the silence that followed.

"And I know," the smooth voice punctured the silence, "that you wouldn't want me to have to make a scene in here. You can see that a Mr. Roger Davis checked a Mr. Mark Cohen in and now Mr. Roger Davis would like to check Mr. Mark Cohen out. It's that simple."

"It's not that simple," the woman's voice seemed weak and ugly compared with the voice from before, Collins' Mark supposed. "He's not ready, he's not even off the drugs and without the counselling he severely needs, he's not going to get better."

"You don't know what he needs!" Roger spoke again, louder than before. Mark sat up and scooted towards the door and opened it just a crack so he could see what was happening. Briefly, he wondered how Roger had made it so far into the institution without being stopped or told that he couldn't get him out.

"Calm down Roger," Mark could see Collins putting an arm around the blond, but he just shoved it away.

"No! I'm not going to calm down! I made the mistake of putting him here and now I want to fix it. If you don't wake him up and bring him out of here right now, then I will go in there and drag him out if I have to."

"You can't-"

"I'm sure you'll find that Mr. Davis is in completely within legal boundaries," Collins said to the nurse but his eyes still on Roger.

She had no choice, Roger could see it, Collins could see it, even Mark from his crappy spectator's seat could see it. She would have to let them take him.

"Okay," Roger said and pushed forward into Mark's room.

"Oomph," he said as he pushed right into Mark.

They stared at each other for a moment, not saying a word.

"You're up," Roger said lamely.

"You're here," Mark returned with an even lamer response.

"Look man, I'm sorry, I don't know what I-"

"Roger, can we just go home now?" Mark asked, his eyes red, his hands shaking and his legs feeling like they were about to give out. Collins took in Mark's appearance, covered his shock quickly and moved to pick Mark up.

"Sure," Roger said. "Let's all just…go home."

And through his shakes and trembles, Mark smiled.