Too Much Love Will Kill You

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

*This is kinda rushed and not that great bc I've been a little unmotivated lately, but I'm trying to get back to writing good chapters for you guys so please bare with me and get into the drama of this chapter 😂
I love you all 💕*

*3RD PERSON POV*
The day after the video shoot (two days after Freddie's 38th birthday, which he "didn't want to make a fuss about darling!") was one of lazing around in bed for the Deacon household, John only dragging himself up to walk Dr Grant up to their bedroom for his visit with Freddie. The older felt too worn out from their ventures to go into town to the clinic that morning, so the doctor made a house call to Garden Lodge to check up on the frontman and ensure he was going alright.

"I'll pop downstairs and get you some tea." John said quickly as he showed Dr Grant to their bedroom door.

"Oh, you don't have to do that John." The man tried to argue, shaking his head.

"I uh, I'm nervous, and I uh, I'm just going to go and get the tea." The bassist rambled in response as he turned to run back off down the stairs. The doctor was a tad confused, but being the man who prescribed the younger his anxiety medication meant he understood that John got a little anxious sometimes, especially around anything to do with Freddie. Sighing to himself, Dr Grant raised his hand to knock lightly on the bedroom door, waiting to hear a "come in".

"It's open." Came the reply from Freddie, still sounding exhausted from his spot in bed. The doctor opened the door, quietly making his way into the room before closing it behind him. He wasn't expecting to see his friend looking so drawn and tired when he finally glanced up to face him, his appearance almost taking him aback. "Hi." The singer chuckled, scooting to sit up a bit more against the headboard. "I know, I look a wreck darling." He muttered, flapping a hand at him.

"I'm not judging." Dr Grant laughed lightly, placing his bag down on the floor beside the large bed.

"Is John not coming in?" Freddie asked, frowning a little at the loss of his husband from beside him. He was enjoying having a lie in with him, the pair not really ever getting the chance to stay in bed longer than 9am.

"He's just gone to make some tea apparently. He's a little anxious I think." The doctor explained as he took a seat on the side of the bed. Freddie's frown only deepened, feeling bad for messing around his love's anxiety yet again. He knew everything that was going on with his health was stressing out John, and he hated that his anxiety was getting bad again. John had been doing so well, not having his meds for years, but recently he'd needed to refill his prescription again. The younger man tried to hide it from his lover, keeping the pills stashed away, but Freddie knew. John wasn't the best at hiding anything, and Freddie had found the bottle in his bag when he was searching for the aspirin the day earlier. It felt like a punch to the gut when he pulled out the almost full bottle, him immediately knowing he was the reason why John needed them again.

"You gave him more medication for his anxiety." Freddie said seriously as he stared at the doctor. He knew the man would try and get out of answering, knowing his husband would've sworn him to secrecy, but Freddie wasn't in the mood to have things hidden from him. John was worried about him, and now he was worried about John.

"Freddie I-" Dr Grant started, looking a little nervous as he avoided the frontman's gaze.

"You did." Freddie butted in, his tone stern. "I found them." He sighed. "He was better, he, he didn't need them anymore."

"John just, he needed something to help calm him down, that's all." The doctor explained quickly. "He felt like he was getting too worked up over everything, and he needed to relax a bit."

"You know he couldn't handle them before, you, you shouldn't have given them to him!" Freddie snapped, his brain running through all types of scenarios that could happen if John was high again. He couldn't have him be dependant on drugs again. He couldn't become addicted.