Doing alright (John Deacon)

Part 6

It was half past six, I was watching watching tv, when the phone rang. I felt like crying and I almost didn't get up because I was so upset because of the whole tour thing with John.
I answered the call and before I could even say anything I heard John say:
"Babe please I need you to come over right now."
"John what's wrong?"
"Please just come over I need you okay? I can barely breathe please just-"
"John it's alright. Please calm down, I'm on my way."
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He opened the door. He looked pale, he was shaking, and there was blood all over his hands.
"John what the hell happened?", I said.
"You need to do something to your hand, what did you do?", I said, about to panic.
"I punched a plate and I think I cut my hands really really badly, I-"
He almost fell to the ground, but I caught him.
You looked at the cuts on his hands.
"John did you call the ambulance?"
He shook his head.
"Go sit down in the kitchen I'm gonna call it now."
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It was two hours later. You and John were sitting at the kitchen table, he was breathing heavily.
"John please calm down okay? Everything is fine now. Your hand is okay", I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.
"Nothing is fine, Anni. I'm just being the biggest idiot and you hate me because I'm always being so mean to you", he said, and started to sob.
"John I don't hate you!"
"But you don't like me because I'm just being the biggest asshole on this planet", he said, crying like a little kid. "I'm just so sorry Anni, I just really don't wanna be without you for so long."
"John it's alright."
"No it's not. You can keep saying it is but that doesn't change it", he said while wiping away his tears.
"You'll survive those weeks without me, John."
"But I don't wanna spend those weeks without you."
"John but I can't quit my job for that."
"I just wanted to tell you how I felt and now you're turning this into an argument?"
"I'm turning this into an argument? Oh shut up John!"
"Come on Anni, it's not like you get that much money off your job, you could just get a better one if Queen shouldn't work out."
"Just get another Job? In what kind of reality do you live, John?"
He slammed his left hand on the table.
"I'm going to bed", he said, walking out the kitchen.
He left me sitting there, and I just felt like shit. I took all my things and left without saying goodbye.

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The next two and a half weeks I had no contact with John at all, and it felt horrible. I felt empty but I felt so many things at the same time. I felt so bad that I was even throwing up and feeling dizzy all the time.
It was 2 pm on a Friday, when my phone rang. It was Freddie.
"Hi Freddie."
"Darling, we haven't talked in ages! How are you?"
"Actually if I'm being honest, I'm really not that good. I've been sick the last four days. Constantly throwing up."
"Oh darling do you want me to come over?"
"I'd actually really enjoy that, yes."

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I came back out of the bathroom.
"Darling are you sure you don't wanna go see a doctor? Four whole days of throwing up?"
"Thank you freddie, but no."
We just sat there in silence.
"Anni darling,..."
"Hm?"
"Did you and deaky... do anything?"
"Well, yeah but we -"
"But you used protection, didn't you?"
Jesus Christ.
I ran into the bathroom to throw up again.
"Anni did you use protection?", Freddie yelled from the living room.
Holy shit. We didn't.
I sat down on the bathroom floor and just started to cry.
"Freddie I really need emotional support right now."

[this ones short but g u y s the end!!]