Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

I Asked Myself The Same Question

You jumped in the car as you threw on one of many of Roger's fur coats. 

He would buy them for the bottom of the barrel cheap then sell them at his market, the Kensington market Freddie and him had that they ended two years ago. Roger and Fred still had an excess of clothes from what they didn't sell.

"Some music for our journey," Roger said as he slid in an 8-track tape into the car's player. 

The sounds Death On Two Legs came on.

"What's this?" you asked listening 

"Screw brain till her hurts, you've taken all my money and you want more, misguided mule with your pigheaded rules" You heard 

"It's from our new album. It's called Death On Two Legs. It's dedicated to someone" He smirked. 

"Oh? Must not like the someone?" You said looking at him driving. 

His one hand on the steering wheel, lazily on top driving the car. The other on your thigh. He had his sunglasses on shaded his beautiful blue eyes.

"Oh you'll see!" he said and laughed 

"Are you ok?" you ask by his hysterical laughter. 

"They won't be for much longer." You started laughing at his answer. 

He seemed like a psychopath. Omg were you marrying a psychopath? Nah it's still the same old Roger you loved.

"I'm not psycho I swear," He said his hand tightening on your thigh. 

You finally arrived at the hospital. 

He ran around and helped you out. 

"This is too familiar," he said as you walked into the hospital. 

"Hello, what are you here for?" The young lady asked at the front desk. She was probably 24 years old. 

She had on a blue blouse that looked like she got it from her grandma. 

"Hi, I would like to ask some questions with the doctor. I've had many fainting spells and it damaged my vision." She typed in everything on the keys on her computer. 

"Alright then it will take 15-20 minutes you may sit in our waiting room," she said. 

You turned around and chose the love seat bench to sit with roger. 

Your vision has improved slightly so it's more clear but still extremely blurry. 

You sat close to roger, as close as you could without being on top of him. 

"Y/N." A nurse called after a little bit.

You were looking around the blurry office. Roger was reading a provided magazine. 

You sat up along with Roger and you both walked back, following the nurse. 

"I'm just gonna run some simple check-up tests, and I promise, no shots."

"What?" You were confused about how she knew that. 

"In your medical record notes, your doctor before wrote you hated shots."

"Well, that's weird," Roger said. 

The doctor who was just a year or two older than you, the guy who joked you were pregnant. 

She took your temperature, looked at your ears and eyes. 

Then she had to take your blood pressure. 

"You're gonna feel a slight tug," the nurse said. 

She looked at the dial. "Uhm are you aware you have-" You knew what she was gonna say.