Queen oneshots

Hold on : Joger

Trigger warnings: suicide

Johns POV:
Rog and I have been dating for about 2 years now, and I don't think I've ever been more happy in my entire life. He just makes everything better- and I want to spend every moment with him. I just hope he feels the same.

I was in the kitchen making breakfast, Roger was still asleep in our room. We moved in together about 5 months after dating, I loved our little apartment it wasn't much, but it was ours.

I heard Roger getting up and running the shower, he should be down soon. I flipped the bacon over and put two slices of bread in the toaster.
By the time everything was ready Roger still wasn't down, but I couldn't hear the shower anymore.

"Roger! Rog, babe I made breakfast! Come down!" I yelled from the bottom of the stairs- no reply. I let out a sigh and walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. No sign of him, maybe he was still in the bathroom.

I knocked on the door, it's not that I hadn't seen him naked before- because I have, I just didn't want to startle him. "Roger, you in there?" I called quietly, no response. I was starting to get worried, I opened the door and saw Roger lying unconscious in the bathtub. His arms dripping with blood and a razor blade on the side of the tub.

"Roger!! Rog, Roger please wake up! Can you hear me, Roger can you fucking hear me?!?" I was so panicked, I was shaking him trying to wake him up. Nothing was working, I couldn't loose him. Why would he do this to himself? Was he not happy with me? Was this my fault? Questions where racing through my mind, I needed to actually do something. I sprinted out of the bathroom and down stairs, nearly falling on multiple occasions. I grabbed the phone and dialled 999.

I explained what the situation was and they told me an ambulance should be there as soon as possible. I rushed back upstairs to Roger, who was laying in the bathtub only in his boxers and covered in blood. I was sobbing harder than I ever had before, as I was looking over my boyfriends unconscious body.

About 15 minutes went by before I heard the wail of sirens outside, I ran to the door letting the paramedics in. I showed them to were Roger was and they didn't hesitate to pile him into the ambulance shortly after checking his pulse.

I decided to call Brian and Fred once I was at the hospital, right now I needed to just make sure Roger made it out of this alive. The paramedics aloud me to ride with Roger, but I couldn't touch him. They were doing all sorts of doctor stuff to him, I wanted to help, but I couldn't. I just had to sit and watch.

I was in shock, everything had all just happened so fast. One minute I was making breakfast and the next I was in an ambulance.

We had arrived at the hospital now and I watched as they wheeled Roger out. I ran along side them trying my best to keep up.

"Sir I'm sorry but you can't come beyond this point." One of the nurses told me, holding out her arm across my chest to stop me from following Rog.

"No, no I have to! I have to be with him! Please, please let me!" I protested, tears streaming down my face.

"Sir I'm so sorry, but I can allow it. I wish I could, come one follow me, you look like you need to sit down." The kind lady put her arm around me.

"But- but what about Roger, what about my Roger?" I whispered, still sobbing but not quite as violently as before. I was completely exhausted, but still wanted to fight to see him.

"He is in good hands. He will be okay, I'm sure of it. Now come on sugar, let's go sit down." The nurse smiled and offered her hand for me to hold, which I took. I needed someone right now, and this lady was the best on offer.