A/N:  This one's for Laura… And her mom, who I hope will be better soon.

            "Roger Davis?" a deep voice calls out, and I practically jump from my chair rushing over to the man in the white coat who had called out my name.

            "Yes, that's me. How is she?"

            Mark and I had been sitting in the hospital's waiting room for over two hours and no one has told us anything so far. I've been going out of my mind worrying and, judging by the look on Mark's face, he's no better off than me.

            "Well, we gave her nine stitches, and physically, she's going to be fine. I want to keep her overnight though, just to make sure…"


            "Well, I think she's still in a state of shock. But once it sinks in, she mat have some problems dealing with it later on."

            "So she was raped…" I state quietly, not ready to say the words aloud just yet.

            The doctor looks down and nods. "I encouraged her to file a report but she refuses to even admit that it happened."

            "Well than how do you know it did?" I exclaim, beginning to grow angry. Did he just assume that she was raped? It might not even be the case, and here is assuming?

            "There is a lot of bruising on the back of her legs that couldn't have come from anything else, and…"

            "Can I see her?" I interrupt, not wanting to hear the rest. I don't think I can hear the rest.

            Next to me, I hear Mark's quick intake of breath and I turn to look at him, realizing that he's obviously struggling to hold back tears. I put a hand on his shoulder as the doctor tells us what room she is in and then Mark and I quietly walk down the hall together to Mimi's room.

            "Why would someone do this to her?" Mark asks when we're alone. "Why would they want to do this to anyone?"

            "I don't know," I respond quietly. "But I swear to God, if I ever find the bastard that did this to her…"

            I don't finish my statement though because suddenly Mark claps his hand over my mouth and motions to the room in front of us.

            "This is her room."

            I nod and detach Mark's hand from my mouth as I walk inside the room. My heart nearly catches in my throat when I see Mimi visibly tense the second she sees Mark and I.

            Staying as far from her as possible, in an effort to make her feel a little more comfortable, I ask, "How're you doing, Meems?"

            Mimi shrugs and looks away. "I'm fine, I guess. I mean, considering..."

            I nod, not needing to ask what she means by that. "Why didn't you tell the doctor what happened?"

            "Because!" she exclaims, throwing her arms in the air, as if I had asked the most ridiculous question ever. "Would you want everyone knowing if something like that happened to you?"

            "Well…no. But, I mean, I'd want to file a report. I'd want to get the bastard locked up for life."

            Mimi sighs and stares down at the sterile white sheets on her bed. "Roger, you don't understand. I just want to go on with the rest of my life… I just want to forget about it, okay?"

            Her eyes dig into mine, pleading for understanding, and I sigh. "Mimi, you just can't forget something like this…"

            "How the fuck would you know?" she screams, and Mark literally flinches. I don't think he's ever seen Mimi like this, when she's this upset or angry. I, however, am used to it and remain calm. Usually I would yell back, but under the circumstances, I don't think it would help.

            So, trying as hard as I can to stay under control and to not lose my temper, I reply, "No, I don't know what it's like. But the doctor said…"

            "I don't care what the fucking doctor said! He doesn't know me, he doesn't know what's best for me! I do, and I want to stop dwelling on this! I just want to go on with the rest of my life? Is that okay with you?"

            Frustrated, I turn around and clench my fists, and it's taking every ounce of me not to yell back. "Mimi," I growl, "Don't you want to see anything happen to the guy that did this to you?"

            She turns her head angrily and says with forced calmness, "I don't even know who it was."


            "Roger, I said I don't want to report him!! Please, just let it be! I've had a really fucking bad day, I just want to be alone now, okay?"

            "Fine. Whatever, it's your life," I state, turning on my heels.

            I'm almost out the door when I hear the pained whisper. "Wait."

            The hurt in her voice shakes my resolve and I turn around, forgetting about being angry. "What?"

            "I'm… I'm sorry. It's just been a," she stops and laughs almost bitterly, "really, really bad day. I didn't mean to yell, I just…" She stops and that is when I notice the tears welling up in her beautiful, deep brown eyes.

            I walk over to her bed to comfort her, but I step back when I see her tense up. "I know. I know, and I'm sorry for yelling but… I just can't stand to think that this guy is going to get away with this."

            Wiping a tear that slides down her cheek, Mimi replies tearfully, "I didn't even know him, Rog. Even if I wanted to report him I couldn't. I wouldn't know who to report!"

            I nod, not fully believing her, but not wanting to press the issue all the same.

            "Listen, the doctor says you have to stay here tonight…"

            "I know." She pauses for a second before continuing. "Roger?"

            I'm almost throw back by the pain that seeps through in her voice. The word was choked out and I know that she's trying to look strong in front of me. I want to go over to her more than anything and hug her, to take her in my arms and let her cry on my shoulder, to sob in my chest, but after yesterday's events I know better than that. So instead, trying to conceal the hurt in my own voice, I whisper, "Yeah?"

            "I'm sorry about all of this… I mean, the money…" She lets her voice trail off and bows her head as she finally allows herself to cry.

            "God Mimi, don't worry about that. And don't apologize, it's not your fault."

            She nods and looks up, her eyes red from crying and her cheeks blackened with the rivers of tears, darkened by mascara, that flow down them. "I know. But still…I'm sorry."

            I'm about to tell her again that none of this is her fault, but before I can a nurse enters the room and says, "I'm sorry but visiting hours are over now. You can come back tomorrow at 12:00."

            I sigh and clench my fists again, this time not in anger. No, this time it is in sadness and frustration, and a defense to keep myself from crying. I, at least have to be strong. I have to let her know that I can be strong and take care of her, get her through this.

            So, raising an eyebrow at her and holding out my arms, asking the silent question, she nods hesitantly and I slowly make my way over to the bed and engulf her in an embrace.

            It only lasts a second though, because she immediately pulls away and stiffens.

            I sigh and back away, blowing her a kiss as I walk out the door with Mark with the promise of returning first thing in the morning.

            As I walk out the double doors of the hospital Mimi's words keep ringing in my head.

            I just want to go back to my normal life…

            Even as the words resound through my mind, though, I know that life from now on is going to be anything but normal…