Chapter 11:

Mark was sprawled out on his bed on his stomach at the loft. He had been released from the hospital two days earlier. Never had he been so happy to be back at the loft. There was a knock on his bedroom door. Mark rolled over and sat up.

"Come in." Mimi entered the cluttered bedroom and plopped down on the end of the bed.

"How are you feeling?" she asked. Mark shrugged.

"Okay, I guess." Mark paused. "Did Collins send you to baby-sit me while he's at work?" Mimi stared at the blankets in front of her.

"You just had surgery, you shouldn't be home alone," she argued.

"I'm fine on my own." Mimi let out a frustrated sigh. Mark carefully stood up. Mimi got up and put a supportive hand on his back. Mark hissed in pain.

"Oh fuck, Mark, is that where your scar is?" Mark nodded shortly. "I'm sorry."

"Its fine, you didn't know." Mimi carefully guided Mark to the main room.

"Now you sit," she ordered. "I'll get you what you need." Mimi gently forced Mark to sit down on the ratty old couch.

"My medicine's on the counter." Mimi got Mark his medicine and water in a chipped mug. "Thanks, Meems." Mimi sat on one of the chairs with her thing legs folded neatly under her.

"Just for the record, Mark, I think that what you did for Joanne was really sweet." Mark took his medicine.

"I only wanted to help." Mimi nodded.

"I would have gotten tested…but with the virus and all." Mark leaned towards Mimi slightly. Her voice was pained.

"Joanne knows that. There are other ways to help her. Mimi tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I guess you're right."

Joanne was sitting in a chair in her new room. She was reading a new murder mystery from Collins. The remains of her dinner sat on the table next to her. Joanne was completely absorbed in her latest read. There was a knock on the door. Joanne looked up and smiled.

"Hey stranger." Mark went over and gave Joanne a huge hug.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I feel great."

"I see Maureen's not here." Joanne marked her page and closed her book.

"Nope, I threatened to call security if she didn't go home to get some rest." Mark laughed. "My body hasn't rejected the kidney; the doctor doesn't think that it will."

"That's great!"

"Mark, I wanted to thank you for what you did. Not many people would be so giving if they had a relationship like us." Mark nodded in undeniable agreement. "So…thanks."

"You're welcome." Joanne had tears in her eyes. Mark desperately searched for a box of tissues with no such luck.

"You save my life; very few people can say that about their friends." Mark gave Joanne another hug. This surgery had brought them much closer together as friends.

The End

Thank You, Jonathan Larson

A/N: This story is dedicated to my friend, Stephanie. In middle school, Stephanie was diagnosised with kidney failure. Her own mother donated her kidney so she could live!