The little book of Queen Weeks

Old friends in better times

Prompt: the hardest thing he'd ever done
John had been through a lot, with the death of his father at age eleven to losing his best friend.

It wasn't the thought of Freddie dying that hurt John, it was seeing him suffer. Seeing him put on a happy face for the public yet be in agony as soon as the door were closed tore him apart and no matter how much he wanted to tell someone, get more help, get support, that wasn't how things worked.

Freddie already had the best of the best working with him but it still wasn't enough. Although he would always tell John he was okay, the youngest knew that it was all a lie, he wasn't okay but he didn't want to worry the man he loved. And as he got more and more sick, he stuck to telling his love that it was alright even though both of them knew it wasn't.

John stuck with him, though. He took Freddie to every doctor's appointment, calmed him when he had to have his injections, distracted him from blood transfusions, held him close when he could barely see and never once left his side. Not until the day he died.

It wasn't Freddie's death that hurt him the most, it was seeing the only person who he loved slowly fade away into just a shell of a man.

That was the hardest thing he'd ever done.