Bohemian Rhapsody Imagines (Discontinued)

Disgnosed

3rd person POV
As soon as Y/N saw the clock strike 1 am, she knew something was wrong. Roger was never home past 12:50 unless she was with him. Where was he?
She called the guys' houses. No answer. She called the studio. They had left earlier.
She waited for hours until she heard the front door open. There were some loud footsteps and what sounded like furniture shifting. Y/N got off of the couch where she had been sitting, only to have Roger stumble around the corner.
She couldn't figure out if he was drunk or tired or both. But, when Roger wrapped his arms around Y/N, she could see tears running down his face. He could barely keep himself standing. A sobbing Roger was not a common sight.
Y/N dragged Roger to the couch as best she could. She couldn't stand seeing him like this. His slumped form on the couch still shook as he cried.
Sitting down on the couch, Y/N leaned into Roger and let him lay his head on her shoulder. From the moment Y/N sat down, Roger held onto her and wouldn't let go.
"Rog love, do you want to tell me what happened?"
"I-he-it was just..."
"You never cry Rog, what's wrong?"
Roger could barely get out a word without a sob racking body.
"It's Fred."
"Oh."
"He's...he's got it."
"What?"
"He's sick Y/N."
She wasn't expecting that. Poor Freddie. Now not only was Roger crying, Y/N was beginning to let a few tears fall.
She could have tried being strong for Freddie and for Roger, but she too let herself collapse into Roger and cry.
"Y/N he's got to get better. He just has to. I know he will."
Y/N didn't answer. They both knew the truth. But in that moment it was just quiet. It was better to be quiet.
They didn't have to accept it yet.
"I'm so sorry Rog."
"I am too love."
They knew he wasn't getting better. They feared the inevitable. But rather than discussing anything, they just held each other and didn't let go. They never wanted to let go.