You Stole My Heart

Part 11: Every Day Is The Same

March, 17, 1973

I woke up in Freddie and Mary's guest room. There was a cat sleeping on my lap.

Freddie opened the door with a soft knock. "Are you awake, Darling?" He asked. I nodded and rubbed my eyes. "Yes, I am awake."

"Are you still worried about Roger?"  Freddie asked. "Yes, I haven't been able to sleep all night because I miss him so much." I yawned.

Freddie put his hands in his pockets and stood against the wall. "We can visit him today, at ten o'clock, then we will see how he is doing." Freddie said.  I petted the cat that slept on my lap. "Yes, I'll get dressed right away!"

I put on my clothes and walked downstairs. Freddie was eating toast next to Mary. "Ah, did you sleep well, honey?"  Mary asked. I stretched, "Yeah, but it could be easier."

"I had a nightmare last night about Rog."  I said while pouring milk.  "Would you like to tell more about that?" Freddie asked.  I nodded. “Last night I dreamed that Roger was lying dead in a coffin, he had a rose in his hand. Later, 2 men croaked to take Roger's coffin. They ran away with it. I couldn't see him or say goodbye again.  I wake up screaming." I said, I got out of breath.

Mary immediately gave me a hug. "It's okay girl, the dream is over and Roger is okay." She whispered. Freddie also arrived and also gave a hug. "We're going there in a minute darling." He said.

Later, we were in the car. I was in the back with Freddie. Freddie was in the car writing a letter, the letter is actually a song he wants to release if possible.

"What are you writing there?" I asked.  "A song called Killer Queen, this song belongs to our band, if Roger is better I'll let everyone hear it!" He said in a happy voice.

We had arrived at the hospital. I got out and Mary helped me, I can't move enough because of my pregnant belly.

Freddie walked to the bali. "We come for Roger Taylor, can we visit him?"  He asked. The nurse looked at a letter.  "Roger Taylor is at room 3, just be a little quiet, because I think he is still asleep." She said. We thanked the nurse and walked to the room where Roger was.

I carefully opened the door to his room to see if he is still awake. "He's still sleeping." I chuckled. I walked over to his bed and looked at his face, his eyes closed. He still slept peacefully.

Freddie bit his nails. "He still seems to be in bad pain, poor darling." Freddie said. I nodded and rubbed my stomach.  "We are reunited again for a little while, Rog, I'm here now." I whispered.

I let Roger sleep for a while. I sat down on the hospital chair next to his bed.  Freddie and Mary sat at the table by the window, writing a letter. The nurse came in with a tray. "Can I offer you something tasty?" She whispered.  "May I like that sandwich?" Freddie asked. Mary wanted apple juice with a banana. I didn't need anything, I couldn't get a bite through my throat.

I read a magazine, time flew by. Roger could sleep for a long time, but now it took really long.

"Antonia." I heard in a whispering voice.  I looked at Roger, he woke up.  "Good morning dear, did you sleep well?" I asked. I stroked his head.  "Fine, but i just don't feel well at the moment." Roger said. Freddie got up and walked over to Roger, "Darling, you will only rest awhile." Freddie said.

Roger looked at his IV in his left hand. His right arm was in a cast because of the broken wrist.

I almost fell asleep in the chair next to Roger. I kept nodding my head up and down to keep from falling asleep.  "Are you tired honey?" Roger asked. I nodded and sighed, "I'm so tired, I didn't sleep last night." I said. Roger raised his blanket. "Come, lie with me."  Roger said with a smile.