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[aveb_feline]

Mimi is in their room, deleriously, obliviously happy.

Roger needs her. He's not leaving her, he thinks there's nothing wrong with her. He loves her, and he wants to stay.

She's never been so happy.

She's singing a love song.

"'You light up my days and fill my nights with song...'"

She can't stop smiling.

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[idiotwithguitar]

Roger shoves the door open roughly, and just stops when he hears Mimi singing. He's pale, and shaking a little, and it's obvious there's something wrong, but... actually standing there in front of her, he can't get the words out, can't actually say it.

[aveb_feline]

"'Finally a chance to'...Roger?"

Mimi pauses in the middle of a word, startled - and worried.

"Roger...honey, what's wrong?"

She crosses the room to stand at his side, taking his hand in hers.

"What's the matter, my love?"

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger pulls his hand away from her automatically - his palm's still bleeding, and the only thing he can think of for the moment is that if she's not already sick, he can't do anything to risk her any further. Slowly, he sets down his guitar on the floor, propped against the wall.

"I..."

It shouldn't be that hard to say. But the words get stuck in his throat, won't come out...

[aveb_feline]

Mimi is startled, and hurt, for a second, and then she sees the blood.

"Roger! You're bleeding! Why are you bleeding?"