Cynthia awoke to the commotion just outside her door. She shook Freddie awake and told him to get up and put his pants on. As he sat up and rubbed his eyes, the door flew open with reporters taking pictures of them together in the hospital bed.
"FREDDIE" one reporter screamed, "do you have syphilis or gonorrhea. Did you give it to each other? What's your tootsie's name?
"WHAT, GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" Freddie screamed. "Where's my security?"
The flashbulbs were going off and Cynthia was crying and hiding under the blanket as Freddie rushed towards them. He tried to grabbed their cameras but security arrived and pulled reporters and paparazzi out of their room. The damage was already done. Tons of photos were taken and Freddie knew it was going to hit the news stands tomorrow.
Freddie locked the door and ran over to frightened Cynthia and tried to pull the blanket from her head.
"No, No, No Freddie" she cried.
"They're gone love, not to worry and we will be out of London for a bit, and this will all blow over. It always does.
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Police came and escorted the reporters and paparazzi out of the hospital. They all scurried out to avoid arrests, all but one. He walked around the building to a car parked with the engine running.
"Thanks for the tip, I got all the pictures I need. Call on me any time" the reporter said.
The car pulled away and Paul Prenter adjusted his rear view mirror as he turned the corner with an incredible smirk on his face.
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"Oh Freddie, this is just terrible. Did you hear what that reporter asked? He asked if we had a venereal disease and if we gave it to each other. They'll say we have AIDS next. This is just horrible" Cynthia cried into Freddie's shoulder. "Why do they do things like that?"
"Cynthia, I have been dealing with this kind of shit my whole musical career. They're bastards. They don't know how hurtful they can be, it's all about selling papers." Freddie said.
"Freddie, I want, no, I need to get out of here" Cynthia cried.
"Let me get the doctor and see about discharging you" Freddie said. Saying that, he left Cyn's hospital room in search of her doctor. At the nurse's station he asked for Dr. Atkinson. "He'll be right in, Mr. er. Mercury" as she giggled with a red face. Fanning herself and thinking, I was just talking to The Freddie Mercury.
"He'll be right in Cyn, just relax. How are you feeling? I never had a chance to even ask you that this morning. Are you in pain?" Freddie asked.
"No, Freddie, I actually feel wonderful" as she grinned mischievously. Freddie had a look of adoration as he walked over to her and bent down and kissed her forehead. Just then, Dr. Atkinson walked in with her chart. "So doc., can she leave?" Freddie anxiously asked.
"Well, the surgery is healing nicely but there is a confusing situation" Dr. Atkinson said.
Freddie and Cynthia looked at each with questioningly glances. What was wrong? Is it serious?
"Mr. Mercury, could you please leave, I have to talk to Miss Lewis in private" the doctor asked.
"Dr. Atkinson, whatever you have to tell me, you can say in front of Freddie, he's very much involved" Cynthia countered.
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A Piece of My Heart
Historical FictionWhile Cynthia Lewis is hired by Princess Di to orchestrate a charitable function, Freddie Mercury has agreed to perform. Neither one of them believed that they were to meet their match. Both wealthy, successful and highly sexual, their encounter lea...
