Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Hold On To It

You get to the hospital after a 20-minute car ride, holding rogers hand. 

"hello. What are you here for?" the front lady asks. 

She has small glasses hanging off the tip of her nose. 

"hi. My girlfriend here fell while taking a shower and her back and head really hurt and she also blacked outed and I'm worried for her." roger goes on. 

"name and ID?" the lady asks you, writing the stuff down. 

You tell her your full name, birthdate and she finds your paperwork. 

The doctor calls you back. 

"Hello miss, and..." the doctor says pointing at roger now 

"Roger Taylor, her boyfriend."Roger says as the doctor has an "aha" moment.

"you're from Queen right?"

"oh yes, I am. heard of us?" roger says flipping back his hair. 

You try and laugh but it hurts. 

"I have. My daughter is a huge fan of you in particular. Could I get your signature after please?" the doctor asks politely 

"of course! I love meeting fans!" Roger says. 

The doctor asks you many questions. They pound in your head, but you answer 

"no needles right?" you ask as he writes some stuff down 

"I can't make any promises," he says from the corner of his eye. You get tense and Roger gives you a slight hug, keeping his hand around your shoulders. 

"it'll be ok I promise." Roger loudly whispers. 

"Your boyfriend is right, it will be ok. I'm glad you decided to come indeed. I will need an x-ray of your back. I think your head will be ok in a matter of time." he says 

"ok. I can do that I guess." you start getting really nervous 

"by the sounds of it, your back is probably not broken but you could have fractured a bone or something. I'm not sure but even though it's really painful if it was broken you couldn't walk at all," he says. 

You felt relieved a bit. "Don't worry Miss. Besides, you have an incredible boyfriend to take care of you." the doctor says noticing your expression. 

you nod and smile. 

"Exactly," Roger says and starts to rub your shoulder. he was sitting next to you on the bed thing. Your exposed thigh was stuck to the paper and it felt weird. 

"so, Mr. Taylor can't come with us to get an x-ray but he can walk with us to the room." you sigh and understand. 

The doctor got you a wheelchair and Roger wheeled you behind the doctor to the x-ray room. 

You'd never got a scan of any sort before. It scared you. Would it hurt? 

Once you were in the room, the led apron pushed down on your body. You could think of things much more pleasurable to push down on you at this moment. 

It was a very loud whirring sound and it was done. 

You moved around from different angles. After only five minutes you were done. 

"Easy enough!" the doctor said noticing the joy on your face from how easy this was. 

"See right there?" the doctor pointed to your upper back, on one of the bones that made up your spine was a tiny black crack, not even to the halfway point. 

"That's the crack. We won't have to do surgery, it will heal on its own." 

You were so happy even if your bone was slightly cracked. "Oh thank you so much Doctor Graham!" you say and hug him. 

"For your head, don't watch t.v, try not to talk a lot or be exposed to harsh sunlight. Don't stay up too late and don't wake up early. Other than that, with the autograph, you'll be outta here." He says. A smile appeared on your face. "I believe I can do that!"

"Ok great!" He says clicking out of the x-ray photos.

 "You know Roger really loves you in there," he says pointing to roger, sitting on the bench, tapping his foot quickly. 

"Why do you say that?"

"Cause only love makes you that crazy. Hold on to it," he says and you give him a friendly grin. 

You walk out and Roger runs up to you. "So?"

"I have a hairline fracture but nothing to worry about. Everything will be alright," you tell him. 

It looks as a million pounds were just relieved off of his body. 

"Oh that's great!" he says and hugs you. 

You check out and he pays. "Rog, you don't have to do this," you say as he gives the lady the $60. "Yes, I do. I got you into this position. Let me help. I know you can take care of yourself but I want to help you." he gives you a peck on the cheek and you smile. 

As you get to the car he opens the door and helps you in. "Love I'm not dying," you say. "I know," he says as he gets in.