Ok everyone. This is it. the final chapter. The big (and short) finale. I want to thank all of the awesome readers that stuck through to the end (even after it looked like I killed Roger-twice!)You have no idea how happy you all made me. I never thought people would actually enjoy my story. :)

Thank you, cone again, to my excellent beta-reader, Steph.

And, finally, enjoy. :)

"So, Mark and Collins send their love. They were planning on visiting today, but Mark's boss sprung some un-expected work on him and Collins has some mid-terms to grade. Maureen and Joanne are going to stop by later on. Jodie came by with Tricia and Lizzie earlier, but you already know that because they left the flowers." Roger broke off and stared at the flowers.

It didn't make much sense to have them there. Mimi hated flowers. They always died. If she ever received a flower, she said she wanted it in a flower pot, so it was still alive and would grow and live out a long, normal plant life. (A/N: Is it just me, or does anyone else feel the same way? I do. Also, the fact that any flower I have ever received died within two days of me getting it doesn't help. :p) Roger smiled to himself. Mimi could be so weird sometimes, one of the reasons why he loved her so much.

Roger reached out his good hand and held Mimi's small, more fragile hand gently. It had been three days and Mimi still hadn't regained consciousness. At a first glance, Roger would appear to be the more beat-up one. He had a bandage on the back of his head where the gun had hit him and two fingers on his left hand were broken. He also had bandages wrapped all around his right leg where he got shot. But the bullet had barely grazed his skin, it wasn't serious at all. Dr. Cullen said Roger just had to walk with crutches for about two weeks and then he'd be good to go. Mimi, however, was still lying in her hospital bed, a single bandage placed on her upper forehead, looking as if she were sleeping.

Roger wasn't sure why he was still talking to her. There was no way she could hear him. She was in a coma. How could she hear him? But he had remembered hearing that if you talk to a comatose person than they're more likely to wake up sooner. So he took a deep breath and continued talking.

"You know, you should really wake up. I mean, you're always complaining about how hard I am to get up and here I am, spending three days trying to get you up and it's not working," he smiled slightly, but there was still no change, "Come on, baby. We have to start planning our wedding. We've been engaged for two months now and don't have anything down. Plus, one of the nurses keeps flirting with me. Don't worry, though. She's got nothing on you." He smiled again and lifted her hand to his lips before placing a gentle kiss there.

Still nothing. Roger sighed and proceeded to talk, this time switching the "conversation" to wedding ideas. Because Mimi was going to wake up. She had to. And when she did, they would plan their wedding for real.

Mimi knew immediately she was in a hospital room. She had spent two weeks there last Christmas Eve, after all and then another two weeks when Roger was here. It was starting to seem like a second home. She shivered. What a horrible place to call home.

"You're awake!" Mimi turned to the doorway and immediately smiled. Roger was standing there, holding a bag of McDonald's. He walked over to Mimi and set his food on the bedside table. "Unbelievable. I leave for five minutes to get something to eat and that's when you decide to join the living."

"Ha ha. Very funny," Mimi said sarcastically, but unable to lose her smile. She held her hand out and smiled wider when Roger took it, kissing it as he sat down in the chair next to her bed. "How long have a been out?"

"Three days," He said, still placing kisses on Mimi's hand and wrist.

Mimi made a weird noise, causing Roger to look up at her. "What?"

"Three days. That's it? I had to deal with you being out for a week and I didn't say anything. But I'm out for three days and you scold me."

"Yeah, but you already used up your hospital time last Christmas Eve."

"Touche."

They just sat there, looking at each other after that. Every once in a while Roger would lean in and kiss Mimi, but other than that they were perfectly still. Mimi was thinking. There were some things she wanted to know, but she wasn't sure she was ready to ruin the carefree atmosphere. But of course, Roger read on her face that something was wrong.
"What's up?" he asked, staring so intently at her that any thought of lying and saying she was fine immediately left her mind.

"What happened to Todd?" Roger immediately looked down, avoiding her gaze. It was bad.

"He's dead, Mimi."

"Oh, God…" She started to breathe in short gasps. He was dead. She had killed him. What was going to happen to her now? She didn't want to go to jail. She hadn't meant to kill him.
"Mimi, Mimi. Calm down," Roger said soothingly, rubbing his hands on her shoulders. "Mimi, it's ok. You're not in any trouble.

"How can I not be in trouble? I pushed him off a roof! I'm going to go to jail now. Oh, God…"
"Mimi, you did it in self-defense. There's no way anyone would send you to jail over that."

Mimi still looked worried, so Roger climbed onto the bed next to hear so he could pull her closer to him.

"Everything's going to be fine," he said, stroking her hair, "Nothing's going to happen to you. I promise. I won't let them do anything to you."

They lay in silence again as Mimi thought over Roger's words, calming down. He was right. There was no way anyone would even think of sending Mimi to jail over this. She hadn't done anything wrong, after all. She leaned her head against Roger's chest and closed her eyes.

"Roger?" she finally said.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."
"For what?"

"Everything. Being there for me when I was breaking down. Staying with me after all the stupid shit I caused. Following me to Todd's place. Are you crazy? He could've killed you."

"Yeah, but if I didn't follow him he could've killed you. And what was the point in living if I didn't have you?"

"You're crazy," she murmured again.

"Well, you're welcome," Roger said, kissing her forehead. "I told you, you're the most important person in the world to me. I would do anything for you, Mimi I'll always be there for you."

Mimi couldn't think of a response to that. So she just closed her eyes again, thinking. Given the circumstances it probably seemed impossible, but Mimi felt like the luckiest girl in the world. She had the best boyfriend-fiance-ever and she loved him more than it was possible to love someone. She knew he would always be there for him, and she would always be there for him too.

And that's it. the end. I hope you guys enjoyed it. :) And I hope my ending didn't seem too vague. There's still more to Roger and Mimi's story, but it has nothing to do with THIS story, so I'm going to start it in another one. :) I'll have the first chapter to that one up sometime today for those who would care to read it. It won't be a thriller like this one, though. It's more a family-drama story, but hopefully it will be just as good. :)