From 1984 // Queen ✔️

Chapter 20: Mission Impossible kind of thing, part one.

-1984-

"I swear, if West finds that we're doing this, I will let him take your head first." Ally- oh, I'm sorry, Dr. Diaz grumbled, while she was typing along a keyboard. It took will power to prevent myself from rolling my eyes, then I sighed.

"If it wasn't for his drunk arse drugging random- I mean, famous people, this wouldn't happen!" I threw my hands up. She sighed through her nose, "I think we can maybe try sending out signals at them, our technology isn't as advanced to where they are now." she stopped typing and looked at me, "We need to do this quickly, or people would notice that they're gone, but luckily the timelines there and here are exceedingly unalike."

"How can we send signals at them?" I asked.

"It's a bit complicated, David. But since they're linked to us, it should be fairly easy.."

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August 7, 2018

-9:12 am-

Freddie's POV.

After we had our beauty sleep, well- just them. I was thinking about how to get us out of here, basically escaping this hospital. You might think I'm crazy, hell, I was born crazy. And spending more time in this hell-hole? F*ck no, not going to happen. See, one of my bucket lists- I just made one right now is to explore this new scenery, the future world, and I haven't explored anything except a few diners, and a hospital. Way to go, Freddie.

And the fact that 2 other John's are snoring isn't really the way to lift up my mood, I sighed and putting my head back on top of the backrest of this sofa- How I f*cking wanted to home- hell, I might even kill just to go home. I rubbed my eyes, and stood up and left the room.

One of my plans is here- I looked at a small list I made;
- Get a few of those clothes nurses wear - whatever you call them nowadays
- a wheelchair
- surgical caps
- surgical masks

Okay, before I go ahead, I'm not crazy, I swear to God. I made that list to make my little escape plan enjoyable. I looked at my list, I got it planned out, but how I do I get all of these?

I looked around, Sh*t, I feel like a madman. Then I saw a room, that I would probably find the things I need. Jesus, I was never the one who does this weird sh*t just to get out of the hospital, I would just threat the doctor or the nurse to let me go, but here I am doing this.

Brian's POV.

I fell asleep on this small couch next to Roger's bed, hell, it was small. I couldn't even fit without bending my knees, well I guess that's one of the cons of being tall.

Then, I felt like somebody was shaking my shoulder, "Ugh.." I groaned, then slowly I opened my eyes, see who was waking me up, "Jesus!" I exclaimed, falling off the chair. The man looked like he's about to perform a surgery on me, not a good way to wake up. Hell, he had a surgical mask on his face!

"Calm the f*ck down, darling, it's only me!" I didn't take a second for me to know who it was, and he was holding a garbage bag, the hell is happening? I furrowed my eyebrows at him, "What the hell are you wearing?" I asked, standing up, on the corner of my eye Roger started to stir in his sleep.

I looked at Freddie up and down, "Fred, it's not Halloween yet!" As the words left my lips, I earned a smack on my shoulder.

"No, dear!" his shoulder slightly slumped, I can see that he was now loosing his patience at me, I raised my eyebrow, "What is it then?"

"It's my little escape plan."

"Uhm- what?"

Then he took something from his bag that seemed to be a garbage bag, and threw it at me. "Christ, Freddie, is performing a surgery part of your little escape plan?"

"Just put it on!" he exclaimed. I put the outfit on top of my clothes, it was similar to his, but without the mask. I sighed, The hell did I get myself into? I just want to hold a badger right now. I looked at Freddie who seemed to be pulling on Roger's bed.

I furrowed my eyebrows as Freddie put over Roger's thin blanket on top of his face. I couldn't help but just look what he's doing, then he suddenly takes out a small tag- those tags the nurses hang on your foot when you die. Wait- what the hell?

"I seriously don't get what you're doing, Fred! Are we pretending that Roger died? What-"

"Shh! It's part of the plan!"

I have never thought, that Freddie Mercury would act such a madman!

"Okay, now you push Roger out of the room." he ordered.

"Wait, wait! Are you saying we're escaping this hospital without paying or anything? Are you off your head, Fred?" I looked into his eyes, to see if his eyes are dilated- see if he had consume and drugs that makes him act like this. To my dismay, he wasn't.

I sighed and pushed Roger's bed out of the room, Roger hadn't woke up yet, he was a heavy sleeper. I quickly took one of those surgical mask to hide my face, and try- well trying my hardest here to not look suspicious. I looked at Freddie and it looks like this is something he does in a daily basis.

I couldn't help but just follow his lead.

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Just wanna say, thank you all for the comments you guys been sending- it's really funny to read them. aND THE VOTES- thank you so so much! 🙏❤️❤️

i wish i could just show up in you guys' house and just deliver cheese on toast (okay thats creepy.) heck we can even fly to london and find deaky with all the cheese on toast we have!