Through Chrissie's eyes

At the hospital

"Chrissie ... " I recognized Roger's voice, sas and worried, very different from what he used to be, a sign that something serious had happened "Bri ... Bri ..."

When I mentioned Brian's name I had to sit down, my mind began to travel at full speed for countless possibilities, mostly pondering bad things.

"Roger, calm down." I saw that I had to calm him, since he was more nervous than I was "Take a deep breath and tell me what happened."

"I ... I ..." he sobbed and I heard a rumble from the other end of the line.

"John?" Deaky acknowledged, his voice shaken, but much calmer than Roger.

"Hi Chrissie" said the bassist "I don't know how to tell you this, but ..."

"What happened to Brian?" I begged, putting a hand on my forehead "tell me, just tell me ..."

"He got very during the tour," John resumed. "We're not sure why, but we're going back to London."

"What does he have, John?" I was distressed for more news.

"He fainted and got a little out of his mind, and he's very pale," he told me "he can barely stand on his feet, Freddie's taking care of him now, and John's already got a doctor by the time we get there."

"Can I to talk to him?" I started to cry out of fear and worry.

"He's in no condition, I'm sorry," John apologized, but I heard another strange squeak and another voice talked to me.

"Chriss ..." Brian murmured softly, and I noticed how much effort he was making and even then, he couldn't even complete my name.

"Don't distress yourself, okay?" I answered, trying to be strong "save your energy, have a good trip, soon we will see each other."

"We're leaving now, Chrissie." John came back on the phone. "Don't worry, we're taking care of him, he'll be fine."

"Yes, he will, bye" I hung up, feeling they were in a hurry.

Brian would be fine, I had to believe that, but I wouldn't be okay until I saw him. I waited for another phone call, desperate for news, and only in the middle of the night, John Reid warned me that they had arrived and Brian was being hospitalized in St. Bartholomew.

I drove there in a hurry, and tried not to run as I entered the hospital, I thought I might find the boys in the doorway, but I didn1t see anyone there. I went to the front desk and asked for information.

"Please, ma'am," I begged the receptionist, "I need to know about a patient who has just been hospitalized, his name is Brian May."

"Sorry, but I have strict orders to not let anyone see this patient," she replied.

"But what?" -I got scared and soon got angry "but I'm his wife! Not even me can see him?"

"Actually" I think she sympathized with my despair" Mr. Reid who is responsible for Mr. May authorized a Christine Mullen May to visit this patient."

"It's me! You can believe that I sure am!" I stated categorically.

"I'm going to have to see your identity, it's hospital rules" she felt a bit sorry for me, but she didn't want to make things easy for me.

I left so hurriedly that I hadn't brought any documents. I tried to calm myself down and make no scandal, it wasn't in my nature to do such a thing.

"Please can you call Mr. Reid?" I asked, fighting my impatience.

"All right, just wait here." She left and went after John.

I took a deep breath as I tossed my stubborn hair that insisted on falling back on my face. Involuntarily, I began to hit my foot on the floor with nervousness and impatience. I turned to the hallway and was relieved to see Queen's manager.

"Mrs. May" he came to me "I'm sorry for that, come on, Brian is here and the doctor will tell us what he has."

Reid led me to the bedroom, Freddie and Deaky were standing in a corner talking quietly, Roger was sitting at the head of the bed, still in shock, his face was red because he had cried a lot, Brian was sleeping peacefully, his fingers they moved slowly, as he did sometimes during sleep. I wanted to wake him and beg him to talk to me, but I knew I couldn't do that.

"He was medicated for a little while now" Freddie explained to me "the doctor did some tests and we're waiting for the result."

-Ok ... "I understood, and I was so worried I didn't even call in to say hello to the boys, who had just arrived from the tour.

A part of me wanted to sit in the place Roger was, but instead I gave Taylor a hug, I knew how much he needed it.

"I'm afraid the worst will happen," he told me softly. "Chrissie, he's my best friend ..."

"It's going to be okay." I stroked Roger's hair, it reminded me of how he called me a mother to mess with me, and it made me smile for a moment "you'll see, you just have to believe."

I let go of Roger and I lowered myself to the other side of the bed, took the curls that fell on Brian's eyes off his forehead, I took his hand very carefully.

"God, please don't take him away from me ..." I did this prayer in thought.

I felt my fingers tighten slowly, I looked at Brian and his eyelids trembled, his blue eyes opened and focused on me.

"Chrissie ..." he could now speak better. "I'm sorry ..."

"You're not to blame for anything, my love." I smiled, glad to see him awake.

I just hugged him carefully, killing the longing for the time he was out and to make sure he was okay.

Then the doctor finally appeared to end our agony.

"Well, I see that the whole family is her," the doctor said, looking at us"for the results of the examinations, Mr. May had a crisis due to a case of hepatitis at a moderate level. He's on medication now, but he's going to have to stay in treatment for a long time."

"How much time?" Brian asked, startled, and I knew what his concern was.

"Not less than months," said the doctor.

"What? No, I can't, there has to be a way ..." my husband panicked.

"Shhhhh ..." I tried to calm him down by touching his face "one thing at a time, remember?"

"Yeah, I do" Brian seemed to accept his present condition.

The boys and Reid were relieved to know that what Brian had was something treatable, however complicated. But we all knew what Brian's situation meant for the band's near future.