A prompt: ther other boys find out roger is trans after he gets into a car accident when some of the doctors refer to him as she or his deadname
“We’re here to see Roger Taylor.”
They look ridiculously out of place in the hospital holding hundreds of balloons, a giant teddy bear, and hundreds of ‘Get Better’ cards which were sent by their fans. The secretary frowns, looks through the list of patients, the looks up again, “I’m sorry, sir, there seems to be no patient under the name of Roger Taylor.”
John frowns at that, “Are you sure?”
“Very sure,” the woman leafs through the patient record once again, “I think the person you want to see is Regina Taylor. ”
He is about to say something, but then he hears loud steps down the hall.
“John!” he turns to find Clare Taylor walking towards them, “Freddie! Brian! Oh thank god you’re here, I was starting to get worried you wouldn’t show up!”
Freddie lets out a guffaw, “Oh, don’t be ridiculous dear. Of course, we were going show up, we were just getting held back by the receptionist, she told us there was no one called Roger Taylor here.”
Clare sends the receptionist a glare and judging by the upturned nose and sudden disinterest, it seems like this is not the first time this happens. John finds himself frowning, but follows Clare once she beckons them towards the hall. She is grumbling something under her breath the whole way to the room, apparently very upset about the short interaction with the receptionist.
She opens the door for them, clearly trying to hide something behind her back. She doesn’t make a good show out of it, but John decides to ignore it, just to make her less angsty, and because he wants to have the conversation with Roger instead of making conclusions.
Sitting on the bed, reading a book, is Roger. He looks fine, mostly, the only things that seem to be broken or bruised are his left foot, which is in a sling, and his cheek. Apart from that, he looks like dear old Roger.
He hears the ruckus in the room and turns towards them. It’s only then that John notices something else that seems to be off about Roger. He has breasts.
They all seem to notice the same thing at the same time, and for a brief second, they are completely frozen. Freddie is the first one to break away from the spell, he steps forward and cups Roger’s face. “Oh, my darling, I hope that doesn’t leave a scar.”
Roger frowns, almost as if he had been expecting something different to come out of Freddie’s mouth. Brian steps forward then, handing him the pack of cards they had brought with them, “The fans seem to miss you, you know? It’s making me quite jealous.”
John, however, couldn’t seem to pry his eyes away from Roger’s chest, and not in a creepy or sexual way, but rather not quite understanding what he was seeing. He should have joined the dots, or at least tried to make Roger feel normal like the others were, but he was frozen in his spot.
John looked up, meeting Roger’s eyes, and he saw the moment his friend’s heart broke. He gave John a tiny smile, filled to the brim with sadness, “I guess the cat is out of the bag now, huh?”
“Roger—”
“Regina, if it makes you feel better.”
“Roger.” He took a step forward, putting his hand on the back of Roger’s neck and bringing the man to lay against his chest, “I’m sorry we made you feel like you couldn’t tell us.”
That’s all it took for the blond to break down into sobs. He hugged John close as if he didn’t want him to disappear, and soon enough the four of them were wrapped around each other like a tangle of limbs.
And while Roger cried, the rest of Queen just asked for his forgiveness.
