Words to Remember

Chapter II

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-"