You didn't feel my passion.

Chapter 7 ~ Grief

Paul stood up, and saw what had tripped him. "Ringo!" Paul shrieked in shock and relief at the same time, George quickly ran up to Ringo kneeling down. "It's ok babe, I'm here." George held his blood covered head. John came over and checked his pulse. "He is alive, don't worry." But John didn't stop his worries there. "Let's get him to the hospital, alright." George agreed. "We will have to carry him to my house to get my car." Said John as he pulled up Ringo's weak body. "My house isn't far, let's go." They exhaustingly dragged him to John's driveway. "Get in the car, George sit with him." George nodded. They all got in and drove off. John was visibly very stressed. Paul put his hand on his shoulder. "It's ok mate don't be so stressed on the wheel." John relaxed "Ok Paul."
John went back to being serious. "How is he, George?" George had a really worried look on his face. "I don't know, he isn't moving, but he still has a pulse." John sighed. And gave a blunt. "Ok." John pulled over to the local hospital. And carried Ringo into the building. "Nurse! My friend is hurt! Someone get over here!" John pleaded. The nurses rushed over and took him off on a stretcher to another room. They all sat down in the waiting room... extremely worried for Ringo. George was crying his eyes out, Paul didn't speak or move and John both comforted them in his arms.

1 hour later...

The nurse cam into the waiting room. She coughed to let them know she was there. George stood up. "What's the news? Is he alright?" George stood up "I'm sorry Sir, unfortunately... he didn't make it." The sentence that everyone dreaded to hear rolled off her tongue. "You can see him for the last time if you want." George broke down "Yes.. I do." George followed the nurse sobbing and crying. He walked into the room and saw Ringo's lifeless body on the bed. "I am so sorry, i wish I could of been better, you deserve to rest." George held his purple hand. "I will never forget you, you were my first everything and always will be, I promise I'll never be with anyone else." George rested his head on his. "I love you." And he stayed there.

Meanwhile...

Paul took it hard, but he had to stay strong... and move on, he will always remember the memories he had with Ringo, either good or bad. He sat down the chair, comforting John in his arms. "It will be alright, John. You have to move on, that's how life works, please don't cry." Listening to Paul's wise words, he calmed down, Paul was the only person who had that power over him. "I will, Paul...And promise me you won't hate me if I do this.." Paul raised his eyebrow. "I won't." But John could tell those were just empty words. But he decided to do it anyway... John pulled him in and put his lips on Paul's for a few seconds. "John..I" Paul stuttered. John exclaimed. "I love you, Paul!" Paul put his head down in his hands. "I have loved you ever since we met, it feels so right being with you, surely you love me back...right?"... "John... I don't feel the same way, of course I love you...but you're like a brother to me y'know..." John's face immediately grew pale hearing those words, it felt like his heart smashed in millions of pieces. "John...please." John suddenly felt enraged. "HOW COULD YOU LEAD ME ON LIKE THAT! YOU SHOULD OF NOT LET THINGS GET COMFORTABLE BETWEEN US! OR THIS MESS WOULDN'T OF HAPPENED. GOODBYE FOREVER PAUL!" John ran out of the hospital, shredding his tears and Paul sat on the floor, feeling worthless. George ran over over to Paul and sat down with him. "What's happened? I heard John shouting!" Paul gulped his hard tears. "He confessed his love to me...but I told him I didn't...and then he left." George gasped "You don't love him back? I thought you did." ... "I do...I was just overwhelmed and distraught from everything....I was just scared...I love him." George pulled his head back "That was the stupidest thing ever Paul! You should of went for it! What are you scared of?".... "People judging me..." Paul realised how dumb that sounded. "You're kidding. Are you serious Paul? You have shattered him in pieces, you love him but you are scared if people are going to judge you? That's ridiculous." Paul closed his eyes. "I know." George thought of an idea. "We are going to his house tomorrow with flowers and love cards, you are going to apologise." Paul nodded. "Ok... you think he will forgive me?" George implied "He will."