Get Well Soon, Love!

Part 3

Hi! Thank you for supporting this story with your votes and comments.  Sorry that the updates have been slow because recently I had a health problem and I needed more rest than staying up late at night writing fics, lol. Things are better now so here I am back with a new chapter. This part is rather long, but I hope you will still enjoy it :)
(PS: Brian, Roger and Freddie don't belong to me.  Also, none of this happen)

What should he do now?  Should he
call a doctor?  An ambulance?  His mother?  How was he supposed to carry his lover upstairs to their bedroom since Brian was taller than him and probably heavier than he think?  He would never manage.  Should he drag him to the couch instead?  Did he have to perform a  CPR?

Roger continued shaking his lover's body to make him gain back his consciousness as million of thoughts was running through his mind. 

Brian stirred and even almost inaudible he let out a groan.

"Brian wake up! Brian, please," Roger moved his hand to Brian's cheek,  tapping it repeatedly and finally saw his eyelids fluttered.  Roger instantly thought of something that would certainly get his lover to respond.  So he did just that.

Roger screamed.  His high-pitched voice matched with the one he did in The Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke.  It was a scream he would only do on their songs, whenever he encountered a spider, and everytime he reached climax during a great sex with Brian.

It worked.  Brian jerked his head, and not long his eyes opened slowly meeting Roger's hopeful gaze.
"Roger?  What-," he looked down, frowning, "we're fully clothed."

"Of course we're fully clothed!  Seriously, what the hell are you thinking!"

Brian groaned and dropped his head on Roger's chest again.
"Everything is spinning.  I feel sick."

"I know, love.  I'm going to take care of you, ok.  Can you get up?"

Both men struggled to get up from the floor.  Roger put a lot of effort to move his lover to the nearest couch since Brian could barely walk, and for a skinny man like the guitarist he was quite heavy.

"Do you feel comfortable now?  Should I get you some water?" Roger kneeled beside Brian who was laying on the couch with a cushion propping up his head, his knees were slightly bent because apparently the couch wasn't long enough to accommodate his long legs.

Brian nodded, his eyes closed and one of his hand rested on his head.

Roger quickly got up and went to the kitchen to fetch Brian some water.  
In the kitchen he saw the telephone hanging on the wall and thought that he must call someone for help.

"Hello, Freddie?"

"We don't have work until tomorrow, darling.  What's with the call?" The vocalist of their band at the other line responded knowing very well that Roger wouldn't call him when he was spending his quality time with Brian.

"Freddie, Brian is sick.  I dont- Could you please come?" Roger didn't want to sound desperate, but this was the first time Brian got sick after they moved in together and this made him nervous.

After promising that he would come right away, Freddie hung up the phone and Roger went back to the living room with a glass of water.

When he got to Brian's side he saw the guitar player was asleep.

Now what?  Should he wake him up?  But he didn't want to disturb his boyfriend's sleep.  What if he couldn't get back to sleep?  Sick people need their sleep, don't they? And what about the glass of water? 

Roger lit up a cigarette, taking in a drag of nicotine inside his lungs as his hand tugged at his blond locks debating with himself on what he should do when he heard a bang on the door.