Doing alright (John Deacon)

Part 3

"He's alive."
"Oh thank god. What about John?"
"John is okay too. He fainted after you left."
"He did what??"
"He fainted."
"Oh lord I got that, Freddie."
"Then why did you ask?"
"Freddie where is roger now? What did the doctors say?"
"He's perfectly fine, he was drunk, fell down and passed out. They just said he should sleep, drink lots of water and just stop drinking so much or it would kill him. He didn't have to see a doctor to know that, I keep telling him that he needs to stop drinking this much."
"What about John?"
"What about him?"
"How is he? Did he say anything about me?"
"He's fine i think. You seem to care a lot about him darling, don't you?"
"Freddie did he say anything?"
"No I don't think so. When I came back out of the pub brian was just panicking because both roger and deaky has passed out, and I honestly don't even remember that much. The ambulance came, picked both of them up. Deaky woke up on the way to the hospital they said, roger woke up at about five in the morning."
"Did you talk to roger? How did he feel?"
"He barely remembered what happened. He said he felt like an idiot after I told him."
"Oh lord. Did you talk to John?"
"No, I asked them where he was but they said they already let him leave. Idiots."
"Did you try to call him?"
"Yeah I did, he didn't answer the phone."
"Oh fuck off."
"We're having a show on Saturday evening though at that pub we both went to two weeks ago, remember? That one with the gross beer? I just hope he'll show up. You like him, don't you darling?"
"What?"
"Don't act like you didn't get what I said. You like him. I noticed. Even Brian noticed."
"Well, if you say so. Can you give me his phone number?"
"Darling you should ask himself for-"
"Freddie just give me his bloody phone number already."
Freddie gave me johns number, then we hung up.
I looked at the number I had written down. I really wanted to call him, but I decided against it. I actually just felt like crying.
I was still wearing the clothes I was wearing yesterday, so I changed into something comfortable. I really just felt horrible, so I went to listen to some music.
>>>
The next two days felt like two whole years. All I did was listen to music, watch tv and eat. I felt horrible, and I missed being with John.
It was 8:30 pm on Saturday, when I suddenly thought about the show Freddie talked about. I decided to go - I took a shower, got ready and left my house at 9:30.

[this ones's pretty short, sorry skkssjjs]