" Do Something That Makes Someone Happy. Create Something That Inspires Someone. Be Someone's Light When They Are Hopeless.

- DAVE GROHL

Roger's P O V 

Bed bound.

Entirely bed bound. 

I didn't want to move. I didn't feel like waking up today, but every time I closed my eyes again the world around me was out of sight, and that scared me to a point where I was stuck awake, silent. 

Brian lazed nearby, his arms around my midriff, but not the slightest comfort around me. The doctor had told me I may feel some fatigue every now and then, and god I was feeling it now.

Did I even sleep last night?

" What Are You Thinking, Roggie? You Look...Emotionless. "

I slumped down on the bed, groaning tiredly. That didn't put Brian off trying to help out. " Hey, Are You Alright? Grumpy? Tired? Upset? "

" Can I Be All Three...!? " I mumbled in agony, feeling dry inside and starving, but not wanting to eat. 

Brian rolled over and held me close to his chest, placing mousey kisses onto my neck - he knew my neck was sensitive and kisses there always made me giggle, but I only chuckled roughly before going back into a lonesome state.

His jolly smile turned into a dissatisfied frown when I rolled over to look at him with eyes baggy and almost purple with fatigue. 

" I..I...Oh, Roger. Are You Okay, Baby? Here, Let Me Hold You For A While - In Fact, Ill Carry You Down For Breakfast, Okay? "

" Not Hungry. " I grumbled, sappy as ever. " Don't Wanna Move. I Just Wanna...Shut Down..Forever..Just Be Free From Everything That Wants Anything To Do With Me...

Everything But You, Brian. Why Don't You Just Shut Down With Me..? Why Don't We Go Out In A Blaze Of Glory Now..? "  

Brian's P O V 

I softly grabbed Roger's wrists, quaking with the stressful words that rolled out of Roger's mouth. " Don't You Fucking Dare Say Anything Else To Do With Death, Or Wanting To Die - That's Not You, Roger. Stop It - P - Please... " 

" But It's So True.  " he grumbled, sounding genuinely dead inside.

" Stop! " I said shakily. " I Know You Feel Sad, But You Need To Get Out Of Bed. 

I'm Not Giving Up On You - I Never Will.

 Lately I've Been Wondering If Everything Could Ever Feel This Real Forever, And If Anything Could Ever Be This Good Again - I Don't Want You Upset Today..If..If It's The Last Thing I Do - I'm Going To Put A Smile On That Face. " 

Roger's P O V 

" Brian..!.? " I shuddered after he had dressed me and taken me outside, in his car somewhere he wasn't telling me. I didn't recognise a thing - not one thing did I see that caught my eye at all. I didn't know what he was trying to point out. 

We were in the middle of nowhere, practically no houses were anywhere, and no paparazzi, either. It felt so quiet. He took my hand and walked me somewhere. Somewhere I never knew even existed.

" Isn't It Perfect..? " he whispered to me after he had sat me down in the beautiful place. My  pinky lips were apart with awe of what he had brought upon me.

" Brian... " I mumbled softly, almost speechless. " It's..It's..Absolutely Beautiful. "

" Talking To Mirrors, Rog? " Brian teased softly, his hand placed on mine. " I Always Used To Come Here When I Felt Sad, Or Grumpy, Or Angry. I've Always Wanted To Show You This Place. I Think We Should Call It ' Maylor Falls. '...Like, May & Taylor Together. That's Us - Maylor. 

His lips softly met mine, and I kissed gently back. It was the most delicate, but loving embrace - it felt like heaven on my skin. 

" Please Give Me A Smile, Baby. I Like Your Smile - And Sometimes I Really Need To See You Smile. It's So Pleasing... "

I couldn't help it, his words controlled my Disorder, practically erasing it from my memory for At least an hour. I chuckled and cuddled into him. He was obviously enjoying me being happy - and I enjoyed it too. 

It seemed precious now to be able to smile, so every time I felt good - I felt really good.

- Brian's P O V - 

It was truly angelic - whenever Rog was happy, I was as well. 

" I'm Sorry About Everything I Said - Like, The Suicidal Stuff - That Was So Stupid Of Me And I Scared You. I - I Wont Do It Again, I'll Try.. " 

" No, No, No. " I hushed, rubbing his bottom lip with my thumb, his eyes told the truth - pain, hope, fear. So many emotions that I didn't know.

" Don't Say Sorry. It Isn't Your Fault. I Know. Just Relax  For Me. Think Happy Thoughts, Baby. "

- 1 HOUR LATER -

" What're You Reading, Bri? "

" Just The Newspaper.. " I hesitated slightly, putting it back where he didn't see.

 I was incredibly shocked - and didn't want Roger to know anything about anyone seeing us today. It would trigger him hard.

" Anything Good? "

" Nah. Same Old, Same Old. "

The boy chuckled a little, putting his arms around my neck and squeezing my torso close to him. " Yeah. I'll Be Happy To Get Away Soon - For Touring. Less Paparazzi, More Music. I Like That. " 

I looked him in the eyes, like I always did to show him I was going to say something important. He listened in quickly. " Roggie Baby, Uhm...When Are We Telling The Public About...Us..? " 

He blinked as if he didn't understand, yet he did, and hesitated softly, leaning into my chest, his ear against my heart. " Maybe We'll Do An Interview Soon And..Admit It. " he mumbled. " Can't Keep It Locked In Forever. "

" What About Next Week? " 

" Well - C - Can You Comfort Me While We Admit That?..Like - Like..Hold My Hand..? I Know It's Babyish But I'm A Bit Nervous. "

I smiled and kissed his lips gently, my fingers on his chin. " Me Too, Baby. I Am Too. Of Course I'll Hold You And Look After You. Anything You Want To Keep You Calm And Smiley. Anything For You. "