Save Me [A Maylor Story]

H6 Care for some ice cream and a car crash?

Brian POV

Today was a pretty shitty day so far, it only went downhill from the moment Roger left. First of all, I was out of cereal, which meant I had to get out of the house before eating anything. I hated skipping breakfast, for it is after all the most important meal of the day. On my way back I noticed I had forgotten my wallet at the grocery store but I couldn't turn my car anywhere, so I had to drive trough some small passages to get back and claim my wallet. I wanted to take a shower after breakfast, but there wasn't any hot water. I had gotten quite grumpy by the end of the day when I heard the phone ring. Ready to yell at the person who disturbed me I picked up the phone.

'Brian dear, come quick! Roger has had an accident!'
'What? Is he alright?'
'They haven't told us yet. John and I are on our way, he's in the hospital down second street.'
'I'll be right there.'

So many feelings. Despair, sadness, guilt. It didn't matter much though, I just had to see Roger, perhaps for the last time. I grabbed my coat, for it was storming outside. Lightning flashed, and I decided to leave my car parked and run to the hospital because of safety. It was a fifteen minute car drive, and running should have taken thirty minutes at least, but after twenty minutes I arrived at the hospital, exhausted and soaking wet. I ran inside, not caring about dripping water on the floor, I just wanted to know how Roger was doing. A nurse came towards me, probably to ask me to exchange my wet clothes for dry ones.

'Sir-'
'Roger Taylor, where is Roger Taylor? I need to see him! Is he alright?'

I might have scared her by yelling at her, but I couldn't waste any time. I started sobbing, and the nurse guided me towards the main desk to see where Roger's room was. 

'Roger Taylor... He's in surgery right now, but there's a room for family members nearby, so you can stay there. A few minutes ago two other guys came to see him, they are probably already up there. Mister Taylor is in room 876 on the sixth floor. The elevator is over there. Once you reach the sixth floor, just walk trough the hallway until you reach the second yellow door on your left side, that's mister Taylor's room. The family room is further down the hall, you'll know when you see it.'
'Thank you, and sorry for yelling at you...'

I wiped away the tears, but they kept coming. I ran to the elevator and pressed the sixth button. The bloody thing seemed to take forever to go up to the sixth floor, but eventually I got there. I walked down the hallway and stopped at room 876. I hesitated for a bit, and opened the door. There was no one in there. Then I remembered that the nurse said he was in surgery, and I continued to walk down the hallway. Around the corner was a lounge room filled with couches, comfy chairs and, god bless this world, a coffee machine. I saw John and Freddie sitting on one of the couches. 

'Brian, darling, thank god you are here. Have they told you already?'
'Nobody told me anything, please tell me what's going on with him!'

I started to cry again, and John pulled me in for a hug. Freddie got up and fetched me some coffee and as I drank it, he told me what got Roger in here.

'Well, dear, he had drunk quite a bit, and he had some big ice cream stains on his shirt. He decided for some reason that going for a drive would be a nice thing to do. His car crashed nearby the Thames, he was lucky he didn't drive it all the way to the bottom of the river. When they found him, those lovely people from the hospital, he was bleeding from his head, his leg was broken on several places and his torso was full of cuts from the broken car window, with a gaping hole near his left hip. They took him into surgery as soon as they got back, but they don't know yet how he will respond to their efforts of healing him...'

I did this. I was the one who acted like a moron this morning and by doing so I had caused this accident. I should have just said 'Yes Roger, I like you too' but I just had to be an idiot and not express my feelings. I had hurt him. This was my fault. If Roger were to never come back, I would have killed my best friend and the man I am in love with, I realised now. I buried my head in my hands and cried. John and Freddie exchanged looks as though they were not quite sure what to do with this, and they tried to comfort me by saying reassuring words and hugging me, but they didn't know what this was really about. I was devastated about Roger's accident, but I also blamed myself, and I truly hated myself at that moment for doing this to Roger, sweet Roger. 

'Excuse me? You three are here for mister Taylor, is that right? The results of the surgery are in. The stitching in his stomach went very well, but his head was more of a challenge to fix. He won't be able to communicate like usual for about two weeks, three at most, and the more difficult actions, like his profession, drumming, will take longer. After two months at least he can try to play. The connection that happens in his brain might take long to form, so he will process everything a bit slower, but that won't be a problem I assume. You boys look like you can take good care of him and keep good company. You can see him now, but he will probably be unconcious for another hour.'
'Thank you darling, we'll go see him at once.'

Roger was going to be alright. I didn't kill my best friend after all. I beat John and Freddie while walking to Roger's room, and I rushed in. 
Roger looked small in the hospital bed, like he had found a giant's house and decided to take a nap in it's bed. His skin was a few shades lighter than it normally was, his hair was sticking to his forehead. I fell to my knees next to the bed and took his hand in mine, tears welled up from my eyes. Freddie and John came in, but said nothing about the little scene that was going on. I didn't really care about them seeing it either, for all that mattered was that Roger lived. 
Quite a lot of time had passed and Freddie and John had gone home. I hadn't moved, though my hand was becoming sore from being in one position for a long time. My eyes grew heavy and my head slowly bent down, seconds later I was fast asleep, Roger's hand had slipped out of mine. I didn't know what time it was or for how long I had been sleeping when a movement woke me up. I looked up and saw two blue eyes watching me.