👑🌿 My Fairy King 🌿👑

2. I'll Take Care Of Roger

𝘛𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺,  3𝘯𝘥 𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳, 1978

I woke up from coughing and swallowing and moaning. I felt the bed keep moving because Roger kept turning.

"Roger, what are you going to keep doing?" I whispered.  Roger opened his eyes. "I'm hot, and I'm not feeling well." Roger said in a squeaky voice. I sat up and turned on my night light to get a better look at Roger.

"Are you a little sick?" I asked. Roger closed his eyes and blew air from his lips. "Yes, I think so." Roger said with a sigh.

I put my hand on Roger's warm forehead. I put his long locks under his ears and felt. "I think you have a fever."  I said. Roger got tears in his eyes. "I don't want to be sick, tomorrow I'm going to practice for our new song!"  Roger said. I sighed, "If you are sick you have to stay home, tomorrow morning I'll call Freddie." I said. Roger sat up in his bed. "I'm going to pee, I'll be right back."

I waited for Roger to come back, grabbed my magazine to pass the time. I read a special article about free home furniture. I was of course interested in that.

But before I turn the next page, I heard a loud groan coming from Roger.  "Is everything alright?" I screamed loudly.  But no answers. I heard a loud cough, it seemed like Roger was vomiting. "Kimberley, help, help!" Roger called. I ran out of bed and opened the bathroom door, there was Roger on his haunches vomiting. This is the first I see him like this, he's never sick.

"I suddenly feel so strange." Roger said.  I massaged Roger's back, "It's just the flu, don't worry." I said. Roger's face grew greener and greener. "Oh god, make this s-s-stop!"

I also crouched down to give Roger a better back massage. "Throw everything out, it will be fine!" I said.  Roger coughed and put his hand on his forehead. "Come on, get some sleep." I said in a calm voice. Roger nodded and stood up.

Roger lay down in bed and curled up like a ball in bed. He groaned and cried. I put a bucket next to Roger just in case. Roger just got hold of a stupid virus!

"Would you like some water?" I asked Roger. Roger nodded and rubbed his eyes. I went to the bathroom to get Roger a glass of water.

"Here, don't drink too fast." I said to Roger. What was I worried about, what if it was bad? But I grew up taking things slow.

Roger put down the glass and picked up the bucket and placed it on his lap.  "Here it comes again..." He whispered.  Everything came from his stomach. How bad I felt about Roger.  "Koaarrghhh!" Roger spat everything out, when he was ready for 10 seconds the following came on again. He spat it out with a filthy hard burp.

I took a washcloth from the bathroom and put it over Roger's head. "This will make you feel better, now try to sleep." I said to Roger. I turned off the smile lamp and Roger lay down. "Hatshee!"  Roger sneezed. That too, Roger also had a cold.

I fell into a big sleep, but not Roger. The next morning will be the same hassle as last night.

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Roger's warm body woke me up, but I was well rested. "Roger, move over honey." I whispered. I was planning to get out of bed. Roger muttered to himself and turned in his pillow. He sighed hard. My poor baby, so sick unexpectedly.

I put on my clothes and immediately went to the phone to call Freddie. Roger absolutely cannot rehearse now!

Kim: Yes hello, Freddie. Roger cannot practice with the drums today. He's sick as a dog!

Freddie: Hey Kim, that's okay. Give him some rest, he deserved it. Thank you for calling, my darling!

Kim: Oh thank you very much Fred, I would say to him right away!