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❝𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙; 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖘𝖆𝖉,❞

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| January 18th, 1963 |

John, Paul, and George hurried through the glass doors of the hospital. The walls were a depressing white with nurses and doctors rushing by. Chairs lined the large lobby area and in the middle as well. Decorative potted trees stood by the doorway and the ends of the rows of black cushion chairs. People in wheelchairs, people with casts. The atmosphere was very gloomy, in fact, the only sounds heard were the fast breathing of their breath, the footsteps of the nurses and doctors, and the loud squeaky wheels the patients were carried upon. Those who sat on the chairs had solemn expressions, whispering amongst themselves quietly. 

The three lads walked up to the reception desk in the middle of the room. They didn't care that they were out in plain sight, they just wanted to get to Charlotte's room as quickly as possible.

"We're here for someone who just arrived," John breathed, gripping the edges of the desk.

"Name of the patient?" The woman asked, not caring who they were was a relief for the three boys who stood in front of her. 

"Carlotta Mulert," Paul told her, looking around curiously.

"Are you a blood relative to Carlotta?" She asked, looking up at John's face before turning to look at the others.

"No, but my friend, Ringo walked in with her, he's her best friend, and we are too, please, we just need to see her," Paul pleaded, using the puppy eyes card.

"Oh alright, let me check her status," The woman rolled her eyes and smiled, typing something on her keyboard. 

She scanned the screen with her eyes and typed more, finally, she stopped typing and looked at Paul.

"Sorry, but she's in emergency care right now, I'll ask them to give me a call right away when she's out and ready to be visited, okay?" She reassured, but it didn't help. 

John breathed in, running his hands through his hair. Paul and George walked to a set of chairs separate from everyone else and sat down. John sighed, sitting down as well. Was this what she was hiding? This can't be all, there must be another reason for her doing that. She's not telling me everything. 

"Hey, John, you alright?" Paul asked, his knee bouncing.

"Yeah, I'm fine," John fidgeted with his fingers and his eyes darted around.

"We can do somethin' while we wait to keep our minds off of things," Paul shrugged, looking between George and John.

"Sure, what do ya want to play?" George asked, studying people as they go by.

"Truth or Dare," Paul smirked.

"How would we do the dares?" John pondered.

"Scratch that, we could play truth or truth," Paul smiled.

John rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop the cheeky grin on his face. 

"Yer such a divvy," 

"No, I'm not!" Paul retorted, clearly offended.

"Yer dead from the neck up," John lifted his finger to Paul's neck, hovering a few inches away, and dragged his hand up to the crown of his head.

Paul scowled, turning to George.