One And Only~ Maylor [Wattys 2019]

Ch. 19: Like I'm Gonna Lose You

Brian's P.O.V.

"We have no choice than to follow that ambulance to the hospital!"

I started the engine of my car and began following the ambulance down the road, turning corners and going down streets. We got to the hospital and quickly got down, rushing an sprinting towards where Rog was. He was with an oxygen mask in his face, face covered in glass shards, with blood all around his body. It looked horrifying, and painful, making my heart shatter with pain. I quickly followed the stretcher he was being carried in, until a doctor stopped me.

"Sir you can't pass this area." she stressed.

"My friend got in an accident I found him! And I need to know how he is!" I implored, a bit loudly.

"Ok sir calm down," she said, "What is the patient's name?" I gave her all of Roger's information. She just wrote them down on a paper attached to a wooden clipboard.

"Ok thank you sir. And what's your name?"

"It's Brian May."

"Mr. May please sign here. We will call ou whenever we get any news from the doctors," she handed me her pen and I signed a few of the papers that were in her clipboard. After signing everything, she left and I was left with Deaky and Fred by my side.

What if something happens to him?

What if he doesn't make it?

What will happen?...

There were too many doubts obfuscating my mind, making me think unconsiously. Eventually, there were tears rolling down my eyes. The anxiety in me was evoking and showing thorughout my body. I wanted him to live, to make it. Losing him was a thought that I couldn't bare at all. His absent presence would destroy me to a billion pieces, making me suffer and scream in pain. Depression could take over me and consume me like a deadly disease.

I love him.

And I can't bare the thought of him gone, because I need him in my life so badly.

Minutes had passed, and then hours. Nurses and doctors were walking down the narrow halls back and forth. Fred and Deaky were still by my side. Fred found a fashion magazine and John stared blankly into space. I could tell that John was sick worried as well, because his face was pale and his lip quivered every now and then, and Fred constantly looked down to the floor, with his hand in his chin. Whenever a doctor or a nurse passed by the operating theater, I'd run to him/her to ask him about Roger. Some didn't know anything, or told me I'd be informed later. It was driving me mad already. A while later, Deaky stood up.

"I'm going to get somethings to eat, be right back." he announced.

"Okay John, but don't take too long! I'm starving!" demanded Fred. John just nodded and left, leaving me and Fred alone.

"Bri stop worrying, he'l be alright." said Fred.

"What if he is not?"

"He will Bri, he will.".

That gave me a little hope, but it soon faded away. My head hurted and my eyes were puffy from crying. Suddenly, a male doctor came out the operating theater. My heart jumped and I quickly got up.

"Roger Taylor?" he called. I walked towards him

"How is he? IS HE OKAY?"

"Yes he is Mr. May." I felt so relieved. He was alive! I thought I had lost him. Happy tears were running down my eyes. It felt so good to receive news like that.

"Thank god! Thank you so much!" I bursted, a bit loudly.

"But," the doctor said, "He broke his left leg and his face is not in the best conditions. Fortunately, we saved him from him dying from hemorrhage. A person donated blood!"

I looked perplexed. A blood donator? It wasn't me for sure. "Fred did you donate blood?"

"No." he said, looking up from his magazine.

"I did it." There was a voice coming from behind. It was John, holding a bag of snacks.

"You did?" I asked, smiling. The doctor and him nodded at the same time.

"Thank you so much John!" I chirped, hugging him tightly.

"No problem Bri." he responded, smiling, "In fact, Rog should be to thank me."

"Can we go see him?" Fred asked.

"Uh..sure. He is probably asleep though. Still, it's Room 564."

The boys and I headed up the elevator and into the fifth floor, heading to Room 564. I opened the door, and found Rog in the bed, with his eyes opening. His face wasn't in the best condition, but his eyes were still dazzling. Even if he was with all those scars, he still looked beautiful.

"Hello Rog." Fred greeted.

"W-where am I..?"

"Rog you got in a car accident." John said, calmly.

"And you almost died."

"We thought we lost you." I finally said, sighing, "All of us were terrfied to death."

"Oh, and now how do I look?"

"Ehh...not the best looking." John pointed out. Roger's face changed in one second, from all unconsious to alerted.

"Horrifying I must say dear," Fred said, like a drama queen.

"Probably." Rog said. He looked up at me and smiled, a fragile smile. His eyes were baggy and looked tired and sore. Still, his smile was so cute. I had the urge of asking him immediately to b my boyfriend. It's a good time now, even though he looks like dying.

"We should leave you and Bri alone for a sec." said Fred, pulling John by his side. Soon, it was just me and him, alone.

"I thought I'd lost you," I murmured, getting closer to him.

"Me too," he responded, "What would I do without you? You are my everthing."

"You are my everything to Rog. Oh, and I need to ask you a question."

He eyes popped a bit. "What is it Brian?"

"We've been best friends for a long time now. And we have feelings for each other. We both now each other really well and all. Would you like...to be my boyfriend?" His eyes were filled with ecstasy and joy. His baby blue eyes were a bit water.

"Yes Bri! A billion times yes!" I leaned in and kissed him in the lips, passionately. When we let go, we were both bright red, and beaming.

"I love you Roggie."

"I love you to Brimi." We kissed again, interwining our fingers. His were cold and dry, but it felt good to have him at my side, with me.

"Aren't they so cute together Deaky?" Fred asked, bursting through the door. Rog and I got so scared we jumped like two cats.

"Of course they are." answered John.

"Anyway, when is Rog going to get out of here?"

"Oh, I'm getting out in 5 days." said Rog.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"The nurse told me when I woke up."

"Ok then. Get some rest darling. We'll visit tomorrow." Fred said.

"Yes, goodbye Rog! Get well soon." John smiled.

"Goodbye guys!" When Fred and John left, I gave him a small peck on the cheek, making him giggle.

"Bye Roggie, I'll visit tomorrow."

"Bye Bri."

I closed the door behind him, and left the room. That moment, I could've screamed of happiness. Finally, Roger was mine.

At last.

Now, I was happier than ever.