Sleepless In London (Maylor)

We Never Mean What We Always Say

AUTHORS NOTE:
Open the pic for a surprise
I was looking for pics of Roger and saw that lmao.
Sorry for the heavy chapter! It gets better by the end! ...probably. I'm writing this before writing the chapter 🗿
Mind you, the time is when they are about to start recording "A Night At The Opera"!
DISCLAIMER: I am not a medical professional, at least not yet. The info I'm using for the story is basically guessing and some medical knowledge I know from my nursing classes👌🏻 Feel free to correct me though!
Also, I'm thinking about starting another story, but a high school au. It'll be set in either modern time or past, haven't decided yet. Thoughts in comments?
Anyways, back to the story!
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"Mr. May, we're calling to inform you that Mr. Roger Taylor has been involved in a serious accident."

Brian felt his stomach drop and his face pale. This couldn't be real. This was a dream, it had to be a dream.

"Sir? Hello?"

"Y-Yes, I'm here." I swallowed. He heard her speaking but he wasn't registering a single word she said. "Where is he?" He croaked out.

"He's at The Royal London Hospital."

Brian slammed the phone back on the hook and barged into Freddie and Johns room.

"Brian, what the hell?" Freddie groaned, sitting up and noticing tears rolling down his pale cheeks. "Darling, are you alright?..."

"Roger's in the hospital. H-He got into an accident." Brian was frozen in place, a sob shook his body as the two men jumped out of bed and surrounded him in a hug.

As the parted, the two quickly put pants on and they all ran out to the van. John had his knees to his chest, sobbing quietly as Freddie held him close, shaking as tears flowed from his eyes.

They didn't know if he was alive or dead. He could've died by now, alone in a hospital bed. Scared and in pain. Brian bit his fist to keep from letting out another sob and they pulled into the hospital parking lot.

"W-We're here for Roger Taylor." Freddie spoke to the nurse at the desk.

"Are you family?" She asked, looking up at the tearful man with an unfazed expression. Freddie was sure she's seen this kind of situation a million times by now.

"Not by blood." He said shakily. "We just need to know if he's alive. Please."

"I'm sorry, I can only give information to blood relatives." She frowned deeply. "None of you are related to him?"

"I-I am." A soft voice came behind them as Clare walked up to the lady. "He's my brother. Please."

The nurse bit her lip and nodded, looking at the file. "The doctors are doing what they can, they have him in surgery now to stop some internal bleeding along with a collapsed lung. The report says that a drunk driver lost control of their car in the rain and collided head on with Mr. Taylor's vehicle. Due to Mr. Taylor's excessive speed, the car flipped multiple times."

Clare's whole body was shaking as she sobbed, nearly falling to the ground before Brian and Freddie caught her.

"The doctor will be out with updates as soon as possible." The nurse said gently.

Brian and Freddie helped the small woman sit in the chair. She covered her face and cried silently.

Brian stood up and walked to the wall, clenching his jaw as a sob shook his body.