Get Well Soon, Love!

Part 5

Hi! Finally the final part of this story. I must say it was harder than I thought that I had to do a lot of editing and rewritings for this chapter. I really hope it turned out good. Thank you so much for supporting my first fic with your comments and votes, and especially for reading it. You guys are awesome! Ok, enjoy this long chapter! :)
Disclaimer: the Queen boys aren't mine and none of this ever happened.

"Hello-"

"Freddie! Brian was wrong! He still got the fever and it's become even worse!"

"Then call the bloody doctor! Why the hell do you call me for!?"

Roger quickly hung up the phone, mentally hitting himself in the head for calling Freddie first instead of the doctor. Their earlier years of living together somehow made him dependent on Freddie to help him solve his problems. Old habits don't die easily after all.

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Roger and Freddie had grown close to each other ever since they first met and lived together along with Brian and John. His relationship with Brian started off as friends but as time passed by it moved on to something more intimate and they ended up being so in love with one another. Freddie was a different case, Roger saw the frontman as a best friend and a big brother that he never had, and he was also his party mate. They were so close to each other that when Brian and Roger decided to move in together Freddie threw a farewell party with lots of booze, obviously. During that time John had already moved out a few weeks earlier to live with his girlfriend.
At the party, which only consisted of the four of them, in his drunken state, Roger cried his heart out and said that he didn't want to leave Freddie but he had to because he loved Brian so much. Freddie said that he didn't mind since they were going to make a bunch of curly-blond-haired babies for him to play with. When Roger threw up that night in the bathroom, Freddie hysterically laughed saying that Brian had impregnated Roger. John then suggested many possible baby names to Brian whom only laughed and promised to give it a thought. In the middle of the night Brian had to carry Roger's drunken ass home, bridal style, just to make the impression of a newlywed moving in to their new house for the first time, besides the other reason which had something to do with the inability of the drummer to walk straight, and of course during this process Roger sang the Wedding March. That night in bed Roger sobbed like a three years old in Brian's arms, saying that he missed Freddie, and Brian told him not to worry since he would see Freddie again the next day at work.

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Roger quickly flipped through the pages of their phone book nearly tearing them before he found the number of the doctor. He immediately punched in the numbers and waited for someone to answer at the other line.

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The doctor came as soon as possible that morning, he examined Brian and prescribed some medicines and vitamins for Brian to take besides the daily meal he had to have on a regular basis. Roger listened carefully and occasionally nodded to what the man with a stethoscope around his neck had to say. "Make sure that your friend gets enough rest because lack of sleep will just worsen the fever."

Boyfriend, not friend! Roger wanted to say, but instead he only said "yes, doctor."

After seeing the doctor out Roger went to the kitchen to fix some breakfast for both of them. He was in the middle of pouring some orange juice and milk to their glasses when the phone rang.