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❝𝕬 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜, 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙,❞

❝𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖙,❞

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| December 3rd, 1964 |

Charlotte's POV

The couple awoke to the steady sound of beeps, signaling John's heart was still beating normally. They looked at each other and kissed before glancing back at sleeping, John. He was exhausted, all his energy deteriorated quickly and he was asleep. John's hand was still tightly holding onto Charlotte's, even though he was unconscious, his grip on her hand never faltered.

George continued to admire Charlotte's face as she was looking at John's. She didn't want to let go of John's hand, so she didn't, even when George beckoned her to go to the studio with him.

So she and John were left alone in the hospital room, George had to go to work, but Charlotte decided to take a day off and stay by John's bedside.

"I'm so happy you're my friend, John, I love your pretty eyes, your smile, your personality, your hair, your thought process, your strong-willed nature, and basically everything else because I'm too lazy to explain everything I admire about you, Lennon. Hopefully you're not awake to hear this," Charlotte laughed to herself, rubbing his knuckles gingerly.

Luckily, John didn't move, say anything sarcastic, or even smirk, indicating he was still asleep as she had hoped. Charlotte sighed in relief and scooted her chair closer to his bed, so she can bend her elbow from the slightly uncomfortable position her arm was in.

It felt like hours until John finally woke up, but in reality, it must have been only thirty minutes or so. He slowly opened his eyes and surveyed the room, flinching when he saw Charlotte staring at him.

"Hey?" John spoke, removing his hand from hers to itch his eyes, but put it back afterward.

"You're awake!" Charlotte hugged him carefully.

"Yeah, I wasn't in a coma, I was just tired," He laughed, wincing when he did so.

"Well I'm not going to school so what do you want to do today?" She asked.

"There's not much we can do," John gestured to his beat-up body.

"True, but maybe we can ask for a wheelchair and roll you around town?" 

"That's not a good idea, one, I'd look bloody stupid, two, people will take pictures and it'll be in the news tomorrow," John explained.

"You're right," Charlotte thought for a moment. "Do you have anything better we can do?"

"We can watch telly?" John nodded towards the small television that was placed on a stand with wheels across the room.

"True," She agreed, turning on the TV.

"Here, sit here," John scooted over and patted the spot next to him on the bed.

Charlotte stood from the chair and reclined next to John.

"Ya gotta move the telly closer to us," He reached for the TV with his outstretched hand. "It's too far away, I can't see it,"

"Well maybe you should wear your glasses for once," Charlotte laughed, but John turned his head and frowned, displeased with her joke.