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Brian paces around the studio running his hands through his curly hair. Roger doesn’t look too good either and John’s silently playing a chord on his bass. They haven’t seen Freddie in weeks, and it’s getting scary. Freddie is always late but never a full week late.
Something is wrong, very wrong. None of them can reach Freddie by his phone and the home’s gate is locked and when Roger tried to scale the large spiked fence he nearly lost his dick and came tumbling back down on top of his beloved car. That was fun explaining the massive dent to the insurance company or how he got his dick stabbed to hospital staff.
“Do you think if I posted some lost posters and offered a reward of £100 we can find him?” Roger suggests, “That’s how we found my lost puppy, Patches.” even though Patches was a different color and size don’t tell Roger that.
“He’s not a lost puppy.” Brian grouched, he has dark eye bags.
“He’s my puppy.” Roger whimpers pouting,
John sighs lighting a cigarette, “We don’t have time for your kinks, Roger. Save the collars and leashes for the bedroom, okay?”
Roger goes to tear his head off but the phone rings and Roger yanks it off it’s receiver hoping it’s Freddie, “Hello, Roger speaking.”
“Roger? It’s me, Peter Freestone, Freddie’s assistant. Freddie’s in North Grant Hospital right now.”
“... Is he alive?” Was the only thing Roger could get out.
“Yes but he’s a little sickly.”
“Give us directions.” Roger begs.
Peter gives him directions and Roger sends them all rushing to the hospital. They arrive and nearly trample Peter,
“What’s wrong with him?” John asks once they stop.
“Does he have GRID?” Roger whispers,
Brian elbows him, “Shh, you can’t call it that now.”
Peter holds his hand up to get their attention, “He has Cystic Fibrosis. He’s going to be okay. They are just clearing up his lungs and medicating him.”
“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Brian asks,
“Freddie told me not to.” Peter informs, “And I was at my mum’s until yesterday. He didn’t even tell me until he was almost able to go home.”
The trio rush in. Freddie’s laying in bed sitting up, he's pale and weak looking. Fred has an oxygen mask on and waves weakly at them,
“Freddie!!!” Roger screams, pushing Brian down and racing over to him and bear hugging him tightly making Freddie’s body pop.
Freddie groans softly and John peeled Roger off Freddie and hugs Freddie lightly,
“Good to see you man. Glad you’re alive.”
Brian hugs Freddie, “Glad to see you..”
“I know. I know and I’m sorry.” Freddie apologizes, “I didn’t want you to worry about me or my health.”
“We care about you Freddie.” Roger hisses, “You mean a lot to us!” he whines.
Brian grabs his hands, “We love you, Freddie. We really do.”
Freddie smiles and he looks so tired. He’s discharged from the hospital and given medication to keep him stable. The same day he is discharged he drags himself into the studio medical bracelet still on. He even still smells like a hospital. Which isn’t that bad but it’s unsettling.
“Sit down.” Brian tries to hush him seeing how pale Freddie still looks.
“I need to finish these vocals.” Freddie growls downing his vodka and walking into the recording booth. He grabs those big headphones and puts them on aggressively glaring at Brian like he told him he couldn’t dangle from the chandler naked.
“I can’t believe it.” Brian whispers watching Freddie shred the vocals for the songs he couldn’t record in his week long stay in the hospital. Freddie’s voice would be ruined afterwards but he would be so happy.
Freddie comes out sweating; he has just recorded vocals for five different songs and he stole Roger’s water out of his hands. Roger grouched and grumbles grabbing a beer.
Freddie sits down and rubs his head, “See I’m alright, guys.”
“You look like death.” John tells him,
“And you look like a twink.” Freddie jokes, “I’m playing, darling.”
John rolls his eyes, “Bed now. Come on.”
“Oooh such a dom.” Freddie laughs waving his hand, “Mm, you gonna spank me, daddy?”
John heaves him up and drags him into the back room the other two follow after them where a spare bed is left for any tired souls. Freddie puts up a fight but as soon as his head hits the pillow exhaustion takes over but he just can’t fall asleep yet, “Please don’t leave me.”
The three men all look at each other before Roger climbs under the sheets with Freddie he looks at the others. Brian sighs and climbs in then John joins in. They all snuggled Freddie John laying on top of him. It was cramped for the four men but they are used to pilling on top of each other.
“Gotta cuddle your homies.” Roger mutters, “Cuddle them real good.”
“It’s not gay if you keep your socks on.” Freddie chuckles.
“I have rainbow socks on.” John laughs lifting his leg up and showing off his knee high rainbow socks that have sparkles on them, “Ronnie got them for me.”
Freddie’s eyes sparkle practically lighting up and he cups John’s cheeks squishing John’s baby face, “Mega gay.” he bumps their heads together, “Mega gay homie.”
John swats him off and yawns, “Come on now. We got our Freddie back and that’s all that matters.”
“Yay, our Freddie!” Roger pulls Freddie in tight making Freddie squeal.
Brian and John snore loudly. They fell asleep leaving Roger and Freddie awake. Freddie yawns and looks over at Roger, “Fred?”
“Yes?”
“Goodnight. Love you.” Roger whispers rolling over,
Freddie smiles cuddling up to him. “Goodnight and love you too.”
And they never let their beloved Freddie out of their sights again. They made sure he took his medication and got to the hospital if needed. They made sure he had everything he needed. After all that’s what friends are for.
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