Once they arrived at the hospital, Freddie didn't even wait for the vehicle to start moving before he tried rushing out. The paramedic tried to stop him, but he barely cared enough to listen to whatever it was they had said. He threw open the door, jumping out onto the pavement and rushed towards the entrance, hearing Roger's footsteps from behind him as he tried catching up.

He ran towards the front desk, slamming his hands down onto the counter and trying to catch his breath while the receptionist tried to recover from the shock. Those behind him began howling at him different insults and grunts of injustice, but like last time, he ignored everything.

"C-can I help you?" The receptionist asked, his eyes wide as he stared at the short line behind him.

"Someone...Came in...Car crash...Where?" Freddie asked quickly.

"Name of patient?" He asked, his breath coming out in short bursts as he tried to remain calm with Freddie's vicious glare hovering in front of him.

"Deacon...John...Dea-Just fucking let me see him already!" He snapped, slamming his fist down onto the desk and making him jump.

"J-Just one last thing sir..." He told him, but Freddie gave a loud snarl that made the frightened man and a few behind him. The receptionist raised his hands in defense and continued "He's still being worked on right now. You can wait outside his assigned room if you want to. That's the best I can do for you sir."

He didn't argue one bit. They headed into the elevator as soon as they received the information and went up to the sixth floor. Roger suddenly fell back against the railing behind them, his face going white as though he was gonna be sick. Freddie's knees were going weak yet his body was still too stunned to respond properly to what he wanted it to do. He was too scared to see him and yet that's all he wanted: a mere confirmation; whether it was good or bad wasn't important for at least it would stop his brain from creating image after image within his head. The mere thought of seeing him after a car crash that bad petrified him and yet he couldn't deal with this guessing game and all this wondering that was going on inside of him.

"I'm scared Fred..." Roger suddenly admitted as he looked down at the elevator floor as soon as it came to a stop. If possible, he went even paler. "Jesus one of us is gonna have to tell Bri too. He thinks we're still at the corner store..." He whispered. 

He didn't want to admit it. It was a horrific thought that just kept circling around in his mind and he just didn't want to say anything. What if it became real if he said anything? You know John's gonna make it out of this...He's not weak enough to...Don't...Just don't.

"Go call him." Freddie managed to say. Roger shook his head, his own storm within his mind now starting to show itself as he collapsed onto one of the nearby chairs, holding his arms around his stomach as he took off his sunglasses and tucked them away into his pocket, using both hands to rub away the collection of tears that were just starting to form.

"Excuse me? Gentlemen? Are you two-" The man asked from down the hall, immediately marching towards the two of them. His eyes went wide for a second and looked as though he was going to faint. "Y-you're-"

Freddie took in a deep breath, trying his best to recompose himself in front of the doctor. "Yes, hello love." He said in a terribly fake voice, something which snapped the doctor out of his stupor.

"What're you...Has something happened Mr. Mercury?" He asked in a now shy tone.

His stomach lurched as he felt tears start to return to his eyes. He avoided the doctor's stare and toyed around with the zipper of his coat. "Oh..er...just waiting on some news at the moment." He replied, the remaining details storming about within his mind.

Instantly, the doctor's face went grim. He tucked away the pen he was starting to pull out and gave a heavy sigh. His dark gaze looked over to Roger, Freddie managing a quick look his way to now see a much heavier stream of tears falling out of his reddened eyes.

"W-well we can't work much on him right now...There's not enough for a blood transfusion and we can't jump into surgery since the body is already in such a state of shock that anymore might put him out for good. We did are best for now but we'll have to wait until tomorrow to attempt anything else."

Freddie glanced down, the slight trembling in his hand now returning with even more vigor. The doctor looked down and walked off, already sensing that he couldn't get an autograph at the moment. He wasn't even sure himself if he could've handled the pen properly enough to give him a proper one anyway. Roger trudged past him, walking down towards the pair of payphones in the middle of the hallway. 

"I can lead you to his room if you want Mr. Mercury. It's not too far from here." He explained.

He shrugged, but did eventually give a nod in response. Before they began walking, he paused and motioned back towards Roger, the young doctor getting his point and backing off. "I-I'll be back in a moment then."

"Be quick...Please." Freddie said softly as the doctor nodded and headed off.

Instantly his body went weak, falling back against one of the chairs and holding its stomach in its arms. Freddie looked down towards the row of payphones, only able to pick up Roger's side of the conversation from his distance.

"Nothing on the news...? That's fine, we don't need the press barking at us...We don't know, they said he's gonna be up in a bit...Not so good, neither of us are...We're just waiting now." He paused as he began to choke up. "I don't wanna lose him Bri...But what if it's not? What the hell are we gonna do then...?" There was a long pause. "P-please just be safe...It's the one not too far from that corner store...Sixth floor...Alright, we'll see you soon."

As he hung up the phone, he leaned forward and rested his head on the metal header of the payphone box, tightly gripping the phone. Numbness kept his body in place. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't move from his spot, not now at least. He tried to tune out from everything, but the typical hospital chatter and sounds echoed around him, Freddie now desperately wishing everyone around him would shut up and go away so he could be left alone. The only exception would be if John walked in, perfectly fine minus a few scratches or bruises across his body. Just a cast on his arm would be better than what he was envisioning. Him blinded, missing some piece of his body, experiencing from some form of amnesia was somehow better than him suffering and fighting for his life.

Sickening snakes twisted around inside his stomach at that last thought. He'd been trying so hard to keep it at the back of his mind. That this wasn't going to end that way and he'd see him just asleep and bandaged up and a few days or weeks later he'd be out and okay again. God all he really wanted to hear was his voice one last time or seeing him breathing would steady him a bit. If he could just get that, he'd be alright, he just had to be.

Heavy footsteps came from his side as Roger managed to drag himself away from the payphone and collapse onto a nearby seat. His eyes had gone foggy and unfocused, his body continuing to curl itself up into a closed position.

"Brian's coming soon...Ten, maybe fifteen minutes." He told him before falling silent once again.

As predicted, their guitarist did get there within Roger's timespan. Once he came around the corner and spotted them, Brian rushed down there and clasped Roger in his arms while he remained seated. 

"How's everything going?" Brian asked quickly, laying his hand on Roger's lap. "Please tell me you two have heard something."

"No." Freddie stated glumly. "Not a damn bloody thing."

Brian grimaced, looking down at the ground as he tried getting himself back onto his two feet. "You want anything?" He asked.

"I want news..." Freddie admitted. "I want to see him or hear something about him..." 

"Fred we all do..." Roger told him. "Really, you think we don't wanna know anything about him right now?"

Like you wouldn't be upset if Bri was in the same damn place. He merely shrugged, not wanting to get into another argument. Every movement around him made him look down the hall, desperately hoping he'd see John just sleeping, all bandaged up and the doctors' faces strewn with relief, one of them telling them that he would be fine in however many days or weeks it would take for him to be back on his feet again. The thought of anything other than that was making him sick, Freddie now leaning over onto his arm and, somehow, finding a way to get comfortable in those stiff, wooden chairs. He rested his head on his arm, staring down the hall, his eyes starting to flutter shut as the exhaustion from all the stress and shock on his body began to catch up with him. In only a matter of seconds, his eyes closed and he drifted off into his own sleep. 

...

Someone was shaking him right out of his sleep, Freddie's eyes slowly reopening, his body still extremely tired, sore, and feeling worse than earlier. He looked up and saw Brian looking down at him, Roger stretching in his seat as he toyed around with the cap on his water bottle. He sent a pleading glance up at their bandmate, seeing a grim look in his eyes as he shook his head.

"They said they should be done soon. One of the nurses got you a thing of water if you want any." Brian explained, his voice sounding extremely strained as he fought back every emotion to try and keep up his calm façade.

Freddie only shrugged, his own voice not wanting to work. He was far too scared that even speaking at the moment would prompt some sort of crying fit or that every single thought in his head would come out in a waterfall of emotion, especially with all the uncertainty that surrounded their situation. Brian's own face still held the dry lines of his own tears that must've come out while he was sleeping. Roger was absentmindedly gnawing on his water bottle, his eyes wide with anticipation and still glossy from an uncomfortable nap. He looked away towards the window near the end of the hallway. The sky had now gone dark once more, a few grey clouds filling the sky and blocking out the crescent moon that hung up above. Something so familiar seemed to be taunting him now when everything around him felt so out of place and irregular. How could the outside world look okay when his own was shattering around him? Was it just some sick trick the universe wanted to play on him? 

Before the anger could rise once more, Freddie became aware of the ominous squeaking of wheels sounded from around him, only making him dread the arrival of the one carrying his boyfriend more and more with every passing second. Every step the doctors made towards him, fearing that one would stop right in front of him and say they lost him. This unnerving, never-ending wait was making him insane. There was another squeak! Another! Then came more shuffling of feet across the white floor! All those sounds were making him grow more and more tense and almost sick to his stomach. Couldn't the world just stop?! He was already dealing with the insults of the unchanged outside and now the universe was throwing a constant bombardment of sounds at him to make him even more irritated. 

Finally came the squeaking that he dreaded the most. A group of doctors were pushing a bed down the hallway, down towards them, the person laying on top of it barely moving. His stomach lurched, waves and waves of anxiety making him feel dizzy upon standing. Roger and Brian continued to watch with him. He didn't even have a second to see him, the bed rushing past him before he could even see him clearly. 

The expected tears never came, Freddie only feeling another stab of shock as soon as he walked into the room. One doctor remained, her hands working fast to hook him up to the necessary IVs and monitor, Freddie letting go of his breath once he heard the slow beep come from the machine. It was that soft beeping that allowed him to focus once again. Upon the bed white viciously contrasted with red, every bandage having some crimson circle around the middle and slowly reaching out towards the edge. His eyes were still shut, lips slightly parted while his chest barely moved. But it was moving, and that's what was keeping Freddie stable.

"I'm sorry sir." The new nurse began. "The doctors tried all they could but it's up to fate now. Brain injuries are always the hardest to deal with and he suffered massive head trauma after being thrown through the window. Blood loss was high and they did their best to make up for what was lost. Besides that, a few breaks in his arms and shoulder and then miscellaneous skin damage that he will definitely recover from."

Freddie only nodded, the words resonating with him and silencing any words that he might've been able to get out. Brian's hand was clasped over his mouth, Roger now trying his best to keep himself calm as his eyes trailed over the body of his friend. Freddie lifted his hand, his fingers curling forward as he pulled back ever so slightly, but finally relaxing as he reached out and laid his hand on top of John's.

"Hey love..." He said softly, swallowing thickly afterwards. He rubbed his thumb across the back of his hand, still feeling warmth emit from his skin. "It's gonna be alright. It's...it's gotta be alright." He paused, his body growing tenser as he thought of the worst once again. A sudden wave of grief and worry washed over him as he broke the seal on what was holding back his thoughts. "Please...I...I can't lose you. We can't lose you...Keep breathing." He begged.

"Fred..." Roger finally said, motioning down towards his hand. Freddie looked down, not even realizing how hard he had been gripping his lover's hand. He released his hold, trailing his hand up his arm, only to pause at the first bandage and tracing his finger along the spot of red that stained the fabric. He forced himself to look up, wishing he could just see his eyes open one last time so he could see that shy sparkle in them once more. To see the grey light up when he saw him or for his passion to turn the grey into a fire. Really...All he wanted was to just see them open and to see him looking back at him. For that moment when their hearts skipped a beat to synchronize with one another and for him to know it was okay to wrap his arms right around him and to not worry about where they'd be.

But those eyes remained shut. His chest continued to rarely move up and down, the movement seeming to take so much effort while he was in an unconscious state. Each beep from the monitor wasn't helping either as they were all so spaced out. Perhaps it was a bad machine? Should he go get the nurses and see if they could fix it? Or maybe they could do something else to help out? Maybe they could do something...

Roger eventually brought him a chair, only for him to collapse in his own next to Brian while he remained right next to his partner. He stayed vigilant, his hawk-like gaze remaining on John to make sure nothing changed for the worse. Any kind of change would send his mood into a frenzy, whether it be a good or bad one. Just about anything that could happen could throw him right into a terrible crying fit and he didn't know if any of them were ready for that to happen.