Joanne entered a few minutes later, seating herself silently next to Collins. Hours passed. Collins and Joanne fell into a light doze while Roger kept watch, his head snapping up every time a doctor walked into the room. Finally, a tired-looking man approached them. Roger wasn't surprised; it was about 3 am. "You're here with Mr. Cohen?" Roger nodded, his throat sealed shut. "He has been treated for a broken leg, dislocated shoulder, and broken wrist. He was severely hypothermic when you brought him in, but we managed to stabilize him. However, there still remains the issue of doing a rape kit. Mr. Cohen is still unconscious, so we need consent." Roger nodded again. "A wise choice. If we can find some DNA, it will be extremely useful if you intend to press charges." The doctor left as quickly as he had come, and Roger massaged his temples, the wave of anxiety threatening to overtake him. He leaned back against the chair and closed his eyes.

"Roger." Nudge. "Roger, man, wake up," Collins whispered.

Roger rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"

"4 am."

"We have to go check up on Mark," Joanne said quietly. "I cleared it with the doctor."

"They finally got done pumping all that shit into him, so he might wake up soon." He gave Roger his hand, and pulled him up, leading him down the hallway. "The nurse said room 205…" They stopped in front of a generic door marked 205, with "Mark Cohen" hastily scribbled onto a sheet of paper taped under it. Collins pushed open the door gently, and bit his lip nervously as he moved to sit down. Roger mimicked him, and the three of them looked down at their unconscious friend. Whatever people said about patients looking tiny in the hospital bed was wrong; Mark's presence filled up the entire room, silent except for the soft whirring of the machines. His leg was elevated and in a cast, as was his arm from his shoulder to his wrist.

"I'm going to kill that bastard," Roger said softly.

Collins put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to go call Maureen," Joanne said.

"No, we can't spring this on them like this," Collins said. His gaze drifted to his friend, who was still focused completely on Mark. "Why don't we go back and break it to them, and Roger can keep watch over Mark."

"Roger, is that alright?" Nothing. "Roger?" A nod. "OK, we'll be back soon… take care of Mark for us."

Silence.