Disclaimer: I do not own RENT. I am not Jon Larson. End of story.
This is a short monologue that I wrote from Mark's voice... Mark as I play him in an AU roleplay. Wib your little hearts out, please. Thank you.
Time's running out. Tick... tick... tick...
That's sort of obvious, really, with me stuck in the hospital like this. I never thought I'd be the one in the bed, barely hanging on to my life, my friends worn out from sleepless nights and crying.
Tick... tick... tick...
I always thought Roger and Collins would go first, since they'd had it longer. But when Maur made me go to the doctor for that damn cough... I guess life is always looking for ways to screw you over.
Tick... tick... tick...
So here I am, lying in a hospital bed, barely able to breathe without coughing, and the only thing holding me here is Roger's hand in mine, his voice that's rough from held-back tears, and his sobs when he thinks I'm asleep.
Tick... tick... tick...
Roger, MY Roger, my best friend, my lover. How can I leave him like this? How can I LEAVE him? Without me to pull him through, what will he... How can I... I just wish...
Tick... tick... tick...
It's so hard to breathe... Please just let me go, Rog... it hurts...
And Angel's waiting for me.