uhh can we please have more asthma!roger???? maybe having a crisis after a show and the boys rushing to find his inhaler??? thanxxx
By this point in their friendship, all the boys know to keep an eye out on Roger. he’s as stubborn as a bull and a chronic perfectionist to boot. If he’s doing something and really into it, nothing can stop him. Not even an asthma attack.
Roger himself admits it’s pretty stupid that he ignores all the signs, preferring to finish his song or practice before reaching for his inhaler. But it bothers him to stop mid-way through a song, whether on stage or in studio. It needs to be perfect the first time around. Sue him, okay? He’s rarely ever gone to hospital for it, so it’s not that big of a deal. The boys would disagree but it’s his asthma! He can suffer as much as he likes.
Because of this behavior, the boys watch him like a hawk, especially during concerts where he’s most prone to attacks. And if they can’t look, they listen. Wheezing and crackling lungs is usually their cue to slap Roger upside the head and hand him his inhaler. Roger does appreciate their help. Lord knows he wouldn’t stop to take a puff on his own accord.
This little system works out pretty well. During concerts, if you see Brian bopping to the beat or John dancing atop the drum risers, you know a certain blond is being forced to take a pump. Freddie sometimes will notice too and face Roger and mime using an inhaler.
But, this can only work if Roger’s inhalers work. One concert, he’s huffing and gasping. John bounds up the riser, shaking his bum as he faces Roger, mouthing “Use your inhaler!”
Roger nods, fading the drums out, letting John’s bass take over the rhythm section, so he can reach into his pocket for his inhaler. He uncaps it, brings it to his lips and presses down. Nothing.
He shakes his inhaler and tries one more time.
Asthma and anxiety are an evil duo. Roger’s chest feels tighter. John can see the fear in Roger’s eyes. “It didn’t work?” John mouths. Roger shakes his head. His heart’s beating fast. He’s sweating, but not because he’s been drumming for an hour straight.
John runs down the riser, still playing, to tell Brian that there’s an emergency. Brian changes the riff he’s on to the one closer to the end of the song. Freddie’s confused until John runs over to him too and tells him something’s wrong with Roger. Meanwhile, Brian’s up on the riser, trying to calm Roger down.
The song ends. Freddie announces an intermission. The 3 of them rush Roger off the stage. They have oxygen back there, usually for Freddie and Roger because of how hard they push themselves. Roger’s wheezing into the oxygen mask while everyone tears apart the backstage for his spare inhaler.
Roger’s pale, almost blue when they find it. He takes 3 pumps for good measure before huffing more oxygen. He’s shaking. Near tears. Clinging onto anyone who’s close enough to him. Not being able to breathe is not fun.
None of them are sure the show can continue with how bent out of shape Roger is. 15 minutes on and he’s still catching his breath, still jittery. He keeps saying he can do it, just give him more time. Nobody is sure.
Almost 30 minutes after the ordeal, the boys are back on stage. Roger is a perfectionist after all. Ending a concert early wouldn’t jive with him. He feels a lot better thanks to the oxygen and with his full inhaler in his pocket, he’s absolutely ready to keep playing.
The other 3 keep a very close watch of him the rest of the concert. And establish an inhaler check rule before going out onto stage every single concert. For all of their sakes, mostly Roger’s.
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