Don't You Hear My Call?

Little Angel

Brian's POV
"Wait a moment, would you. I'm going to go out for a smoke" Roger said to me. I sat at the bar. Mark got me another drink.

Rog and I had come to The Brooke around 8 and it was well past 11 now. Time flys whe you're with the person you love most. We spent all night talking and most of the morning together too. We didn't have to go into the studio so we got a lot done.

"How's the band going" Mark asked. I looked up from my drink and smiled. "It's going really well, thank you" I replied. Mark was nice to talk to and he even understood me when I was beyond drunk. He was one of my only friends outside of the music world. It was nice to have people like that around. It keeps me grounded. Not that Roger doesn't. He's just a handful at times. A really cute handful.

I watched the door for Roger to come back in. He didn't, so I focused my attention on finishing my drink. A tall, dark haired man walked by me. He looked almost dangerous in a way. Almost daring me to come closer. He winked at me and stepped outside. I forgot all about Roger was I watched the man disappear.

I felt bad. I'm with Roger. He's my only love. I shouldn't be distracted by random men. I heard a shout from outside. Looking back at the door, I saw people rushing out. I ran to see what was going on.

The streets were empty, but some people were walking into the alleyway. I didn't see Roger. Women were crowded around something on the ground. My heart stopped as I stepped closer to see tufts of familiar blonde locks spread on the stones.

"Roger!" I yelled, pushing past the people. There was a man crouched by his side. His eyes were closed,but that wasn't the worst of it. He had cuts and bruises lining his face. One of his eyes are turning black. There was a river of blood coming out of his nose. He looked dead. How could somebody this to him? Why? What happened?

Tears fell from my eyes as I tried to wake him up. "I'm going to call an ambulance"  A woman from the crowd said. Mark came out to see what was happening. He saw me crying and told everyone to go back inside. He rubbed my back and took out a cloth to clean the blood off of Roger's face. "What happened to him?" He asked.

I felt for Rogers pulse and let out a sigh of relief as a found one. "I-I don't know" I cried, "one minute I was with him and then he went out for a smoke and I-I." I trailed off with tears. Mark picked up Rog and I followed him as the ambulance wailed in the distance. A man came out of the ambulance and asked for Roger to be put down on a gurney.

I cried as I looked at him. His body was being strapped in and wheeled into the truck. I was allowed to come along and sat there as they monitored his breathing. He was defenseless in that fight. He couldn't protect himself and I should have been there. This was my fault. No matter why they hurt him I should have protected him. I wanted to kill the person or people who hurt him. My mind reeled with all kinds of thoughts as we were driven to the hospital.

Roger was taken out of the car and I was told to go into the waiting room until they found a room for him. I walked into the waiting room and sat alone. Mark had been left at the bar and I hadn't even called Fred or John yet. It was late and I didn't even know if they were home. I didn't even know if I could tell them. What if someone happens to Roger. What if he...

"Mr. May?" I was snapped out of my thoughts as a young nurse called me over. I walked over slowly and she motioned for me to follow her. She stopped out side a door, room 203. "He's in here" she began, "he hasn't woken up yet, but his breathing is fine." I relaxed a bit. "However, if he's out much longer that'd tell us that he's in a coma" my stomach dropped.

Tears pricked my eyes as she opened up the door. Roger was laid in a bed, in a white gown. He had an IV stuck in him and tonnes of wires on him. I heard the beeping of the monitor as I walked closer to him. He looked soundly and almost angelic. "I'll leave you two alone" the nurse smiled and closed the door.