Love Of My Life {•Roger Taylor•} BOOK ONE

chapter eighty nine;

November 5, 1975
10:00 am

I stayed over night with Roger, hoping he would be awake when I woke up. He wasn't.

I looked over to see Roger, luckily still breathing, but he was still out of it. I prayed there was a hope for him to be up today.

The doctor came in to check his medicine to make sure he was doing alright. Make sure he was breathing and that his heart rate was alright.

"Is he doing okay?" I asked.

"Yes dear, he should be up in a couple of hours. The medicine we put him on should have him conscious again soon," she said reassuringly.

"Alright, thank you darling." I said getting a little excited. He might be up in a bit, there was hope.

1:00 pm

Freddie and the boys came to visit, they still couldn't believe what had happened.

"Do they know when he'll be up?" Deaky asked.

"The doctor said about an hour or so, but I'm really hoping it's sooner," I said holding his hand.

Freddie had to use the restroom, so he went to the one that was inside of the room.

When he came back, he started chatting with the boys.

After a few minutes, I felt a squeeze on my hand. My eyes widened.

"Guys! He squeezed my hand!" I said excitedly, the boys were now watching.

Roger groaned as he opened his eyes slowly, "W-What happened?"

"Roger!" I said as I hugged his arm, "How are you feeling?"

"I've been a lot better," he said as he tried to turn his head my direction.

"Hey Rog," Brian said.
"Rog darling, you've scared me," Freddie said.
"Hope you feel better Rog, we don't like seeing you this way," Deaky said.

"Thanks guys, it means a lot to know you all came. Especially you," he said as he turned to me. He motioned my to bring my lips to his, and that's exactly what I did.

He let my tongue enter his mouth, letting my soft lips press against his. I pulled away and he gave me a sweet smile.

"I'm so sorry Maddie, this is all my fault and-" he said before he was stopped by me pressing my lips to his once again.

"Alright, alright. We get it, can we just talk about something now please?" Brian asked.

Roger chuckled and scooted over and sat me next to him on his hospital bed.

"So Rog, what do you remember before the crash?" I asked.

"Well, I remember I was on my way home from Freddie's house. I remember I was at a busy intersection, and once it was green, I went. There was some idiot that turned while I was in the middle of the lane. All I remember him hitting me and darkness."

I felt so bad, I didn't know what to say.

"Rog- I'm so sorry. I should've been there with you, but I found out on the radio when the reporter said something." I frowned.

"No, no love. If you were with me you would've been hurt too. I don't want you getting hurt at all," he said as he rubbed my arm with his bruised one.

"Rog stop- you're going to hurt yourself more," I said.

"It's worth it if it's for you."