Calling All Boys (Queen)

Those Three Little Words.

Brian's P.O.V.

Rogers ear-piercing screeches were echoed in the background, my thoughts were overpowering him after John had uttered those words.

This couldn't be true.

"A coma?! Oh my god is he dying?!" Roger continued to howl as John stood silently against the doorframe, sorry tears running down his distraught face, he also, seemed to be not taking any notice of the hysterical Roger.

I stepped closer to him and he looked up at me with flooded eyes, "Are you lying...? Is it true?" I whispered, unable to gather the energy to use more of my voice.

Of course, I knew this wasn't a sick joke with how John was so upset. But I wanted to ask, because I didn't want to believe it.

"It's true..." he whispered as his bottom lip trembled.

"Not Freddie! It can't be...not Freddie!" Roger screamed, his hands pulling at chunks of his blonde hair, causing a scene as he paced around the room.

I heard and felt as all the oxygen left my body and I was left stood in the middle of the living room, staring down at the floor.

My world spinning and crumbling as every sickening thought entered my head.

What had happened?

Had he done something stupid?

Had he gotten himself into the wrong crowd and into some trouble?

Had he taken too much?

Did someone do this to him?

Questions. Questions. So many questions that I needed the answer to now before I surely exploded.

A coma? A fucking coma?!

Freddie took risks but he wasn't stupid, I had been in the hospital with him a few times before, even before we were an item, like that time when someone kicked his leg out from underneath him in the club and his knee popped out...and a couple of times when we were together, he had fallen on stage one time during a show and thought he had broken an ankle, in terrible pain he was, luckily, it was just a bad sprain. And another time where...Freddie had attempted to cook me a surprise meal, only slicing his finger open when trying to cut up an onion which resulted in a trip to Accident And Emergency and a couple of stitches...I did all the cooking from then on.

So Freddie wasn't a stranger to accidents or the hospital...but he had never been in a serious condition before...not in a fucking coma!

I suddenly walked back over to John, "Is Jim going? Is he going back over there to see him?"

"Yeah, he's-" John started to weakly say.

"Right." I nodded determinedly.

"Are you going with Jim?!" Roger asked desperately.

"That's the plan." I rushed, trying to get my head around things, all I knew was, I needed to see Freddie.

"I'm coming with you!" Roger shouted, he started to scramble about the place hurriedly, giving me even more of a headache.

"No, Roger." I snapped unintentionally, making him immediately halt.

"Why?!"

I sighed, massaging my temples, "I just want to go on my own. I think I need to see him alone." I admitted quietly.

"No way, Brian! He won't want you to be the first person he sees when he wakes up anyway." He shrugged, argumentatively.

That hurt.