No Escape From Reality (Maylor/queen fanfic)

'Say the word'

Freddie's P.O.V.

I felt the muscles in my neck rejecting to relax, forming a lump in the back of my throat, making it nearly impossible for me to speak calmly, while my hand haltingly rested on the door knob.
I couldn't pretend everything was fine anymore. I didn't understand. It seemed as if it was just too much for me. Just few more seconds in here, and everything will break down, letting all the hysteria out.

I got out of myself some words I didn't think about. I didn't even know why I started saying anything, why I turned around once more, and gave him that one last glance. Now I just wanted to end it.
I spun to the door again quickly, grasping into the cold metal so my knuckles went white, with heart banging into my chest staring to turn it over. Degree, by degree, more tears filled my eyes, and the thought of misery filled my brain. I knew it was wrong. But what else could I do?

"Freddie?"

My heart sank at the sound of his soft voice, appearing out of the sudden from behind me, strong and comforting. I didn't dare to move. His voice, that sound, and the feeling that sounded in it, it poured warmth in my freezing mind, but I didn't move.
"Freddie? Is that- is that you?"
This couldn't be real. He couldn't- couldn't be saying that. His voice was so different now. As if he had gotten up from some trance, was himself again. I would believe he really remembered. But he couldn't remember. Not after all what happened. It couldn't be happening.

"Fred, can you please... turn around?"

His beautiful voice, how grateful for it I was right now. The need to turn around and find out what his face was like now, was driving me mad. But my body somehow stuck in time and any muscle couldn't move a single bit.

"Freddie? Are you- are you all right?"

My lower lip started trembling. No. No. No. Why was someone mocking me so evily?
The bed squeaked and I heard the bed sheets move away as a hand sled over them. A body moved its weight over the piece of furniture and skin got pushed against the marble floor.
"I'm coming to you," his voice warned me, not as clear and confident as before. God, he was hurt!

I turned around, eyes opened wide, to see his figure shivering on its weak legs close to the edge of the bed, gripping on it tightly. I slid towards him, wrapping my arms around him before he could protest and hugging him, supporting his body while smile creeping up on my lips.
"Deaky, do you remember? Tell me, do you?" I squealed, begging for the best.

"Oh yes, I do," his response was muffled from being stiffen in my hug. I loosened my grip around him a little, leading him to the bed and helping him to sit down on it again. I couldn't take my eyes of him, zoned out in amazement, sitting down on the chair while he carefully swung all the blankets over his body again.

"What- what happened? What the actual hell?! I'm so- so confused, shocked and fucking terrified!" I mumbled, staring at his face which seemed to be as shocked as mine.
"I don't know... it just- nothing was inside my head. Everything was blank. Absolute silence. Emptiness. Nothing. I didn't know anything! And then- you said that and it was as if you would switch some controller on. Everything was back in a split second. Now I can't even remember how I exactly felt back then," he started explaining rapidly, voice trembling in excitement.

"Of my fucking god," I groaned. "How did you got beaten up? What happened?"
"Well-"
"Details!"
He explained to me everything what happened, from the point when he got up in the lab, to where I found him in the street. Along with guilt, and sorrow I felt for him, I had to smirk a bit above this absurd situation. Well what did I expect. Classical Deaky. If he still had the wallet, he would return it to that guy even now, after he got nearly killed by him.
Then, came the part which was more uncomfortable for me. I described everything what happened to me. But even though I planned to mention my death, without any control, I just skipped that part and continued on.

"So... Bri and Rog are gone?" He asked quietly.
"Yes," I answered after a short awkward silence. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault Fred. It's no one's," he assured me. "We have to find them, or at least contact them."
"Darling, How the hell do you want to contact them? There is no possible way!"
"Surely there is! We can start by going back to the place where you've lost them."
"Well..." I stopped, not very convinced. "We can, possibly. Okay. We'll do it. They should let you go tomorrow morning, so we'll start with that."
"And if it doesn't work?" He asked.
"I thought it was your plan!"
"I know," he howled. "But if it doesn't?" His face curled up with worry.
"It will work," I said and grinned. "We'll find Brian plus that little bastard he got with him. May will sure know what to do, trust me."
He chuckled a bit, and stretched his hands above his head.
"Okay. So that's the plan."

As he pulled his blankets up to his chin, and swirled his body in them to make himself comfortable, I bent down and placed my chin on my forearms, resting in the side of his bed. I watched him carefully, my thoughts itching me on my tongue, wanting to get out.

"Deaky," I spat out out of the blue, making him to jump up in surprise. He turned his eyes towards me, giving me a small, friendly smile. I always wondered how the hell could he be so caring about everyone else all the time- even when he had the worst moods, he always kept smiling because he didn't want to make everyone else's day bad. Now he for sure had to feel many emotions. Fear. Pain. Anger, maybe. But I could only wonder.
"Did it hurt a lot?"
He blinked a few times at me, shocked, clearly didn't expect me to ask anything like this and obviously had no idea how to answer.
"We're you scared?"
"W-well..." He stuttered, wondering with his gaze towards his hands in his lap.
"I don't know."
"You know. You know you can tell me."
"Yeah," He chuckled. "I know that. Well of course I was scared. Of course it hurt. But it's fine now," he looked at me, with a soft smile. Dammit, that smile, why was he always smiling?! There is nothing to smile about!

"Well now! But I promised you. We promised you. And we broke it."
"Fred," he shook his head. "It's all right. I-I actually, I did think about this moment when... you know, then. It just flashed in my head. And to be honest, I did feel, for a split second, as if you would betray me," he said quietly, guilt in his voice, as he avoided eye contact with me again. This boy really was a mood swing.
"But I can't just hold on to your leg forever. I'm a normal human, not your child, I have to know how to care for myself. I don't mean it in a bad way, just... you know."

I stared at him in disbelief, with dramatically raised eyebrows.
"Well, that offends me," I commented. "Nah, just kidding. I understand. You're right."
His cheeks went red, and he closed his eyes, diving into the bed sheets.
"Talking about this deep shit, I need to tell you something," I said, my throat going dry immediately, and my palms sweating.

"Yes?" He asked, eyes wide.
"Well-"
"The visitors time is over, I'm sorry. It's the time to leave, mr. Bulsara," The man from before interrupted me, rushing in the room, without knocking, awakening that guy who was sharing the room with Deaky.

I shot up from partly laying on John's bed, jumping on my feet, heart sinking with relief that I avoided telling Deaky what I was about to.
"Will you be fine here?" I asked, looking at him once again.
"Sure, he nodded in response. "Do you want to tell what you wanted to now?"
"Maybe later," I mumbled with a slight nervous smile and started backing away to the door, which the man was holding for me.
"So tomorrow, Deaks. I'll be here. Have a good sleep," I said, waving him goodbye, as the door felt shut behind me, and separated me from him for the night.

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