All My Loving <Paul McCartney fanfic>

Chapter 19

Paul's pov
The doctors shooed us out quickly. I don't know exactly what I saw but whatever it was, she looked alive. Somehow.
Ringos PoV
No... She can't be alive again. Can she? Right now, I don't want her to be alive. What if she hates me? Well she will. I raped her. Literally.
Johns PoV
She's alive! Well she might be. Hopefully. I really do hope she is alive. For Paul's sake, not for mine or ringos. For Paul's.
George's PoV
She might be alive. Hopefully. Please? Them fecking doctors. The bloody idiots. "Geo? Where's paul?" John shouted across the waiting room. He had a look of worry plastered all over his face. "What? Where did he go? He was sat just here a few fecking minutes ago!" I replied.
Paul's PoV
I ran home. I couldn't help it. The doctors know nothing. Nothing. She was the world to me. I ran into the bathroom. It was there. I had been doing this for years. Ever since mum died. I didn't show that to Bella obviously but I had been depressed for years. And with her gone, I don't know whether my life could get any worse right now. I glanced to the living room. I noticed my guitar. Lying there. I disposed of the razor and went over to my guitar. Plugging it in, I sat down on the floor. I reached my notepad and turned the amp onto full volume.
In about an hour or so, I had written a new song, 'Michelle, my belle.' It was for mum, and Bella. I realised how close Bella was to belle. I sighed and decided to have a play of the guitar. I played the song over and over. It just didn't sound right. Not without the other boys. I sighed again. I looked up to find that the time was actually 1:45am. Oh god. I didn't let the others know I had left. Where I had gone. Why I had gone.
Johns PoV
Where was he? I was getting seriously worried. I was the only one who ever knew about his depression. What if? No... He didn't know yet. He wasn't there when the doctors had said. He might've killed himself. What if he did know?
George's PoV
"Hi George." I heard a small feminine voice call.
I turned my head. "You're back!"