A/N: I'm sorry! I know this took FOREVER to update. It was REALLY hard to write... like you wouldn't believe it. I don't know why... I guess it took me forever to decide what would happen. Hmm.

So... I just realized that I missed a part when I typed this up... so I put it in. The first and last letters of the added part are in bold so you know where it is.

Oh, and I keep forgetting the disclaimer.

...Disclaimer. o.O

R&R please!

When Mimi arrived at the hospital, everyone was already there. Maureen ran to Mimi and wrapped her in a tight hug.

"Where's Roger?" Mimi asked, her eyes searching the waiting room.

"He's in the cafeteria, I think," Maureen said. Mimi noticed that her eyes were red and puffy, like she had been crying. Maureen looked her up and down, eyes wide. "Is that… Mark's?" she asked, touching Mimi's skirt. Mimi looked down and saw the smudged red handprints. She looked around to the others, who were staring at her with a mix of concern and fear.

"…It's Mark's," she whispered, suddenly finding her shoes very interesting. They stood in awkward silence.

"Roger looks no better," offered Joanne.

"Thanks, Joanne," said a voice from the doorway. Mimi turned to see Roger leaning against the doorframe and ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tight. He held her around the waist, kissing her forehead. She pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

"How's Mark?" she asked.

Roger shook his head. "I don't know," he said. "They kicked me out once we got here."

"Did they say anything?" asked Maureen.

"Like what?" Roger said, confused.

"Is he going to live?" Maureen said tearfully.

"I don't know exactly what happened, Mo," Roger said with a sigh. "I… don't know how much… I don't know."

Ten eyes turned to Mimi. She shrank back and looked at each of them. What could she tell them? That she watched Mark get beat up and stabbed and didn't do anything about it? That she could have prevented all this from happening?

Mimi shook her head slowly and bit her lip. She looked at Roger, who was staring at her as if to say, "Say something."

"I didn't see anything," she mumbled, keeping her focus on her fingernails. "I just… found him." She could feel Roger's eyes drilling into her head.

Collins finally spoke up. "That's okay, Mimi. If it weren't for you, Mark could've been killed."

Mimi's eyes suddenly filled with tears as Collins's statement reverberated in her mind. Joanne seemed to notice the tears and put a hand on Mimi's shoulder, squeezing it gently.

"Why don't you and Roger get cleaned up?" she suggested. "You're covered with blood."

Roger nodded and gently led Mimi from the room. She succumbed and followed obediently, wiping her eyes.

As soon as they were out of sight, Roger pulled Mimi into one of the changing rooms where the hospital kept hospital gowns. He closed the curtain and turned her to face him.

"What was that all about back there?" he said softly.

Mimi looked up into his green eyes. She saw worry. She shifted her gaze back down.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said.

"You told me that you saw the guy," Roger said, trying his hardest not to get angry. "You told me you saw him kicking him."

Mimi's eyes widened as she realized her mistake. She didn't know what to say.

"What did you see, Mimi?" he asked, lifting up her chin and stroking her face gently. She sat in a little chair in the corner and put her head up against the wall, sighing.

"Everything," she said with a shudder. "I saw everything." She looked up at Roger, who was now staring at her, speechless. "I was walking home from work, and I heard yelling, so I went to check it out. That guy was beating him up… I couldn't move, Roger. I kept telling myself to do something, and I… it was like I was… frozen, or something. Then he pulled out a knife… I screamed, and the guy, he didn't do anything to me. He just dragged me over and…" She gestured out of the room. "I was so useless!" she cried, burying her face in her hands. Roger knelt beside her and moved her hands away from her face.

"Mimi, this wasn't your fault," he whispered.

"I could've done something! I could've stopped all this from happening!" she moaned. "I could've kicked him in the balls, or grabbed the knife…"

"Mimi, you could've put yourself in even more danger that way. You did what you did. Mark's alive. If you weren't there, he would probably have gotten killed. Now, let's go get cleaned up, okay?" He led her out of the little room, holding onto her gently. She departed at the ladies' room, and Roger continued on alone.

Mimi returned to the waiting room after cleaning up as well as she could. She found that everyone was still there, waiting for news about Mark. No one said a word as she quietly slid into a seat next to Collins, who slid an arm around her and patted her shoulder reassuringly.

Roger came in a couple minutes later and leaned up against the wall next to the door. He let out a small cough, and everyone looked up.

"I just talked to the doctor," he said quietly.

Collins sat up quickly "What did they say? Is he alright?"

Roger hung his head, then looked up with glistening eyes. The silence was deafening.

Finally, he spoke.

"He didn't make it."