Baby Please Remember...

CHAPTER TWELVE

*This is another long chapter guys! Sorry!*

*JOHN'S POV*
"I can stay with you Fred, I don't mind skipping this stupid sightseeing tour anyway." I said seriously, falling back on the bed next to my boyfriend.

"I don't *cough* need babysitting John." Freddie struggled out, his voice sounding horse and horrible. "I'll be fine here lovey." He added massaging his throat with a frown. The tour had continued on splendidly for the most part, each show getting bigger and better since our Madison Square Garden gig. I'd even noticed Freddie becoming more confident again, which filled me with relief. That was until he came down with something.

"Are you sure?" I pouted, not wanting to leave him alone when he was ill. During the last week, the strain of performing almost every night, and catching some sort of flu from somewhere, finally caught up with the singer, and he'd lost his voice. It killed him to have to cancel the show last night, but our traveling doctor specifically told him he shouldn't perform or it could put too much strain on his vocal cords. It was either skip one show, or end the whole tour.

"Yes." He answered. "Y-You should go *cough* have, have a good time with Rog and *cough* B-Bri." He struggled again, wincing at the pain coughing caused in his throat.

"Drink this." I sighed, handing him a cup of water from the nightstand. I really didn't want him to be left alone. It always worried me when someone got sick on the road.

"Thank you." Fred smiled softly, sucking the liquid down through a straw. "Stop frowning dear, it'll give you wrinkles." He joked, patting my cheek as I looked at him worriedly.

"I don't want to leave you alone." I mumbled, biting my lip.

"I'm not going to die John, I've got a cold." He said, rolling his eyes at me. "Plus, Phoebe will be here with me, so *sneeze* I won't be a-alone." He sniffled, reaching for a tissue.

"Then why can't they take Phoebe and I'll stay here with you?!" I suggested.

"Darling, I love you, but you're beginning to get on my *sneeze* nerves." Freddie groaned, blowing his nose again.

"Fine." I pouted again, folding my arms over my chest like a child. "At least kiss me goodbye?" I asked, leaning closer to him.

"You'll have to kiss my forehead love." Fred sniffled again. "I don't want you getting sick." He coughed.

"Fredddddd!" I whined loudly. First he wouldn't let me stay, and now he wouldn't kiss me either?! "I've probably already caught it anyway! I was, I was sniffling last night!" I tried to argue, only earning a scoff and another eye roll from him.

"You're fine, you git." He chuckled. "Now you need to go before Rog gets impatient and comes in here. Heaven knows you'll hear about it for weeks if he catches whatever I've got." He added, coughing once again.

"You promise you're okay?" I quizzed, crawling off my side of the bed to walk around to him.

"My throat feels like sandpaper, and my nose is running like a bloody tap, so no, I'm not okay." Freddie smirked. "But I'll be fine here, so you can go."

"You're not funny." I sighed, cupping his cheek sweetly. "You're burning up Freddie." I gasped a little at the heat radiating off his skin. I moved my hand to hover over his forehead too, the heat just as warm there. "That's it, I'm not going." I said seriously, feeling wrong with leaving him there while he was so sick.

"John, lovey, you are going." He argued, looking just as serious. "The lovely doctor will be here soon with some antibiotics anyway, so you don't need to stress." He sighed, moving his hand to my own cheek. "It's just the flu darling. Don't panic." He added, hooking his thumb under my chin.