It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

Keep Your Chin Up When You're Feeling Lonely

That morning I was sitting in the hospital room, all alone. I didn't bring Brian or the kids with me, I just went by myself. I looked at Megan. Her face was so peaceful looking, she wasn't wearing any makeup, she looked so innocent and pure. Any flaws she had were cancelled out by her beautiful features. She looked perfect from the outside.

However, as I marveled at her exterior appearance, I was haunted by what exactly could be going on in her head, or what she was thinking of when she took all those pills.

Her thoughts were unreadable. If I hadn't been so hotheaded I would have understood the danger signs and saw she was emotionally unstable. This was my fault.

The sun had risen just then and shone through the window, pouring an orange glow on Megan, making her look angelic. I sat beside her bed, just looking at her. There wasn't anything else I could do.

I reached forward and touched her hand. It was freezing.

Even though she wouldn't feel it, I pulled her hand close to me and blew on it. I always did when her hands were cold.

I stood up and moved her hair out of her face slightly. I stroked her hair with my hand. I moved my hand down to her face and stroked her cheek with my thumb.

Just then, Rose knocked on the door.

I jumped slightly as I had been so engrossed in my thoughts.

"Sorry, did I disturb you?" She asked, coming in and closing the door behind her.

"No, no not at all." I said, sitting back down on my chair so Rose could do all the things she did to Megan in the morning, injecting her with stuff, changing her drip.

She felt Megan's forehead.

"Her forehead is a little warm isn't it?" She asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh yeah. The sun was shining in there a few minutes ago. That could be it." I told her.

"Ah, that makes sense." She chuckled.

"So was there any more movement during the night?" I asked.

"Unfortunately not. Any this morning?"

I shook my head.

Megan hadn't moved any more since the last time. I felt disappointed. I was convinced this meant she was on the road to improvement, but she hadn't progressed any further.

"I should probably change her clothes." Rose said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I asked.

"She's had that hospital gown on for the past few days. We should change it."

"Oh, yeah, of course." I said.

"Maybe you should do it." She said.

I nodded.

Rose went and got a clean gown for Megan. She left the room as I put it on her.

As I took the first one off her, I felt tears in my eyes. I shouldn't have to be changing my wife's clothes, a grown woman. I put the new one on and told Rose to come back in.

"All done? Wait... Are you crying?" She asked.

I rubbed my eyes a bit.

"Roger..." She said, coming over and putting her arm around me. I fell into her arms and started crying. She rocked me back and forth and shushed me.

I felt so weak and helpless, crying into her arms, but I had been holding it in for so long. I couldn't bear the thought of having to deal with this for much longer.