Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

It's Retained Coldness

You opened your eyes to see the phone dangling against the wall by the string. 

Your breakfast sitting on the counter, now almost cold. 

You, lying on the rug. 

The phone was emitting a high feedback sound. 

The sun through the bay window in the corner had landed right on you. 

The sound of the world still going on outside of the flat. 

You layed there were for a minute, knowing what had happened. 

Nothing hurt besides your back from doing a hardback flop on the sturdy ground. 

A knock came from the door and it startled you. Making your whole body unwillingly jump like a horror movie. 

It brought a surge of pain from your shoulders to your lower back. 

You slowly sat up as the knock came again. 

What would you have done if you hadn't woken up? What was there you could do? A person like Leah just finding your lifeless body on the ground someday. 

"Oh hey, Brian." You answered the door normally although it hurt to stand.

"Y/N are you alright? I've been knocking for at least three minutes. I knew you were home."

"Uhm yeah, I'm fine. Come in."

"The shower wasn't going, neither was the tv. Sorry I was just worried." Brian said as he walked in and took a seat on your couch. 

You grabbed your orange juice which had lost its retained coldness and you picked up the pill bottle. 

You joined him on the couch after this. 

"Y/N are you sure you are ok?" He asked watching you as you quickly swallowed the pill. 

"Mhm." You said and gave him an "innocent" smile.

"Really? Then why is there blood coming from the back of your head?" He said and it caught you off guard. 

You didn't even realize you were bleeding. 

You felt it with your hand and felt the icky sticky red liquid oozing out of your head. "Oh shit."

"Care to truthfully explain?" He said raising an eyebrow at you. 

"M-my pills." You said. "What about 'em?"

"My friend called. My friend called from prison."

"What? Are you ok?" He asked, slightly startled. You probably seemed all over the place to him. 

"I forgot to take my anxiety pills and then the news caught me off guard and I fainted." You spit out. 

"Are you alright?" He asked. "Yeah, just a bit of blood. I'll be fine." You said getting up. 

"How do the pills work?" 

God he was so...so ugh just wanted to know everything. 

You were surprised he didn't know how they worked yet. 

He followed you into the guest bathroom after he grabbed the pill bottle off the coffee table where you put them after you took them finally. 

You grabbed a black washcloth and dampened it under the water faucet. 

You held it up to the back of your head after squeezing the excess water out. 

"Well if you don't take them, your blood pressure rises and your brain would overstimulate. This is why I kept fainting. I don't know how they connect but just my brain shuts off or something. The pills slow down your mind. It decreases your anxiety and calms you down. They are called neurotransmitters. They release certain chemicals in your brain and you're fine. You don't faint, you don't have panic attacks. You will stay calm, cool, and collected with them." You explained gently scrubbing off the blood, trying to get to the wound to see how bad it was. 

You could feel the hot water dripping down on your back. It felt heavier than just water though. 

"Y/N you have blood on your shirt."

"Oh fuck." You said ripping off your shirt without hesitation. 

Brian was like your brother you didn't give a shit if he saw you "naked." You of course had a bra on, it was like a bathing suit which he had seen you in many times before. 

He didn't have much of a reaction either. 

"Is it that bad?" You asked him as he came up to you to observe the wound. 

Where the heck did he get latex gloves so quickly? "Uh, where did you-"

"You never know what you'll come into. They were in my pocket conveniently," he said. 

"Mhm right." You laughed. 

"Oh, it's very small. Just a knick. Nothing to worry about. Just a bleeder." He said moving your hair around and soaking up any blood. 

"Got any bandages or ointment to put on this?"

"Top drawer on the right." You signaled to the drawers attached under your sink. 

He walked over and opened the drawer you told him to. 

He shuffled through it and found a big enough bandage and some ointment in a tub to help fight infections and heal faster. 

"That'll do." He said walking back over, observing the two objects. 

He opened the wrapper around the bandage and pressed it against where your small wound is. "It's not gonna stick with your hair Y/N."

"You don't mean-"

"We gotta shave it." He told you in an unavoidable way.

"Sorry Y/N." He said. 

"No it's-it's fine whatever." You said. 

There was no point in being mad about it, you had to do it whether you liked it or not, and unfortunately you did not like it but like your dad always told you, "Pick your battles."

"There are scissors in the drawer second to bottom on the left side." You said. 

He found them quickly as Roger uses them often to keep his hair at a manageable length. 

"Roger's?" He guessed as he pulled out a stuck clump of blonde hair from the shears. 

You nodded and laughed. 

He started snipping away a small portion of your hair. 

"I'll cut the least amount I can I promise," he reassured you. "Thanks."

"Ok, this should work." He said after some clipping. 

He put the bandage back on next. "There we go." He said as the cold gel was pressed into your head and you knew the bandage was secured.