LIFE IS REAL [RT]

VI

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chapter six

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"If you'd just grab my sunnies, that'd be great!" Roger said as he patted down his pockets for his car keys before stepping out of the bedroom and waiting at the staircase for Lillian who, at the most, only looked half decent.

Lillian was still suffering from the withdrawals of the chemotherapy she had only a week ago, and while in Roger's sight and care over the past week as he insisted that she shouldn't be alone (after all of these years, anyway), he witnessed the brutality of caring for an ill person in which he was falling in love with.

Emotions were running on a high. Lillian hadn't been talking much all week. She was tired. She barely ate, let alone drunk water. It unfortunately got to the point of Roger having to force water in her mouth and watch her swallow it so she kept up her own hydration, later explaining to her that only drinking two glasses of water a day while taking medication wasn't enough.

Roger called her in sick for her regular Sunday shift which fell two days post-treatment, much to her disapproval, claiming she was 'fine' that Sunday morning, which only led to be utterly incorrect as the week spurred on.

While mental health was a major factor in which resulted her being up and down, it was small things that Roger noticed, in which she didn't. For example, her forgetfulness. It had become more regular as the days went on.

Holding her forearm as they went step by step down the staircase, Roger put his arm out in question of his whereabout of his sunglasses.

Even by looking at her, Roger knew she was tired and agitated. "What?"

"Do you have my sunnies?"

"You didn't ask me to get them."

Out of instinct, Roger puffed out a breath of annoyance, ready to heatedly question her, before remembering her state of vulnerability.

"It's okay," Roger said as he helped her off of the last stair before beginning to walk up them again to retrieve his sunglasses from the bedroom. He tuned around and saw Lillian, eyes filled with tears. "Hey, it's okay!" He assured her, jumping down the three steps he had climbed, then pulling her into a hug.

"Sorry," She mumbled and she sniffed. "I d-don't even remember you asking me to get them."

"Don't worry about them. It's okay, I know how hard it is for you, beautiful," He said while pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "We're not running late anyway, so how about you take your time and hop into the car and we can grab some coffee on the way, and get some for the boys as well, hm? Sound good?" 

"Yeah." Lillian nodded before turning around and placing her palm on the wall to assist her own weak body while walking to the front door.

Roger had to return to the studio today, after a small break. The break itself had actually ended more than a week ago, but Roger asked for extended time so he could repair himself and take care of Lillian before heading back to the studio himself.

Freddie, John and Brian had already returned, sketching up or beginning to develop and work on their ideas for new songs for a possible new album, yet, they were still quite unsure if they wanted to pursue the album this soon.