Crazy Little Thing: BH! Roger Taylor

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AN: Hello everyone! Sorry for the late update! My boss is now scheduling me 6 days a week (which is fine because I need the $$$) but I don't have time to write! :( Anyway, this chapter probably isn't very accurate to real life and the timeline is off but that's ok because it's just a story! Thank you all so much for your continued support! We're really about to hit 40K :) I can't believe it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

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Brian was the next one to get sick. And at first, we thought it was the same thing that had gone through the rest of us- especially considering that he hadn't gotten the cold yet. "Brian, you do know that you have soundcheck in less than an hour right? You need to get your lazy arse out of here." I said, smacking his leg. The idiot was still laying in bed while Roger had already left the room. The Roger Taylor. Who was always the last one out in every situation. He took as long getting ready as a woman did sometimes.

"Just a minute." Brian groaned. His voice sounded exactly like all of ours did when we had gotten the cold from travel.

"Bri, I think it's finally got you." I said, tugging on his leg to make him get out of bed, but it didn't work seeing as he was so much more massive than I was. "D'you want me to let them know? Maybe you could skip sound check and rest and then just get there in time for the show?"

"No, I'm fine. I can get up." he groaned again, but still refused to move. I climbed under the covers, ready to physically drag him off of the bed and it was as if I had entered a sauna.

"You've definitely got it." I said, pressing my hand to his forehead. It was incredibly hot and slick with sweat. It seemed as though Brian had it worse than any of us did. "If you told me that you'd already played the concert, I'd believe you with how sweaty and gross you are."

"Thanks." he murmured into his pillow after he'd turned away from me again.

"I can not in good conscious let you go to the venue right now. You don't need to be at soundcheck. I'm going to go to the lobby and talk to Paul."

"Amelia, don't..." he muttered. "I really don't think that's a good idea. I'm getting up, see?" he said, getting up but it very clearly pained him more than just a little bit.

"I don't care whether you think it's a good idea or not. it's definitely not a good idea for you to go to soundcheck right now. By the looks of it, you'll probably die. Now lie back down."

"No, I'm getting up." he insisted, swinging his feet off the bed and back onto the ground. It looked as if he was going to be ill.

"No you're not." I said, pushing on his chest to make him lay back down. "Don't make me fight you, Brian May. You know I'll win. I'll be back in just a minute."

"Honestly, I would fight you but I'm just not feeling up to it at the moment." he sighed, closing his eyes again. I'll admit that I was extremely worried. While I said that I had felt like I was on death row, Brian looked as if he actually was. I grabbed my room key and ran down the stairs to the lobby, not willing to wait for the lift.

"What's wrong, love?" Roger asked the second he saw me. Instead of answering him, I strode straight past him and up to Paul.

"Can I help you, Amelia?" he asked.

"Yeah, you can actually. Brian is extremely ill at the moment, so I really don't think that he should go to soundcheck. I think it'd be better if he just got there in time for the concert. He really needs to take it easy." I explained. Paul looked at me for a moment in silence and for a split second, I thought he was about to start laughing. I raised an eyebrow at him.