Book 1. Finding A Way.

A touch of the past

Disclamer: drug mentioned.

Stafford Terrace, Saturday night.

-Dr Atkinson, thank you for coming.

-Good evening Joe, said Gordon. I would have preferred to come earlier, where is Freddie?

-He is in his bedroom, please come in.

The doctor walked through the door and the two cats automatically went to hide in the shadows and yet luckily for them it was not the vet. His graying hair and soft face made him a very nice man and the only one who could touch Freddie.

-Phoebe the doctor is here, Joe indicated.

-Great, said Peter getting up from the sofa. Nice to see you Dr Atkinson I'll take you to Freddie.

-Is he sleeping already, asked Gordon with a low voice.

-No, he is certainly very tired but he cannot manage to close his eyes.

-In this case let's go, the sooner the better.

The two men went to the basement and Peter gently opened the door, as he suspected the singer was still not asleep. He was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling with Jim sitting next to him watching him like a mother; he too wasn't sleepy and hadn't wanted to go home after what Freddie had told him. And then he knew his boyfriend needed his presence more than anything.

-Guys I turn on the light close your eyes, said Peter softly.

The singer had not even tried to do it and received a flash in the eyes, he emmited a plaintive growl but motivated himself to sit up. It was annoying to be bothered at 12 p.m especially when the mood was on a tightrope.

-Bad weather to examine his patient doctor, snapped Freddie frustrated.

-I'm sorry but the situation is a bit atypical, he responded putting down his medicine bag.

-I can at least brag about having a personal doctor, continued the rockstar rolling his eyes.

Gordon hurriedly took a quick look at Freddie, he had dark circles and his pupils still slightly dilated his mouth was dry, a sign that he must have had a slight dehydration but other than this nothing abnormal except a little high blood pressure.

-Freddie have you had a drink or eaten in the meantime?

-No, I'm on an empty stomach.

-Well that's preferable, the doctor disinfect the crook of his right arm and put a tourniquet on him. Since when was the last crisis?

-I don't know, huffed the singer bitting his lips.

-About tree hours ago, intervened the Irishman. But it was less violent than the first ones.

-Thank you for this information...huh mister?

-Jim hutton, he said politely.

-Thank you mister Hutton, replied Gordon with a friendly smile. Okay Freddie, now just relaxe.

The rockstar clenched his fist and took a slight breath, he felt the cold metal of the needle enter his vein and immediately looked back to his man to keep still. He tolerated the injections well but he hated the feeling of palpitations which ran through him all over the targeted area.

-Very good Freddie, murmured Gordon delighted. I'll send you the results as soon as possible.

-How long do you think, he asked pressing down on the needle area.