ℙ𝔸𝕀ℕ ⇒ 𝕁𝕆ℍℕ 𝕃𝔼ℕℕ𝕆ℕ

⋄ ⅩⅩⅩⅠⅠⅠ ⋄

❝𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖕 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋-𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖞,❞

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| December 3rd, 1964 |

George's POV

George arrived back into the bedroom and carefully slithered back under the thick blankets next to Charlotte. She was hugging Ringo tightly so George decided to spoon her, wrapping his arms around her torso tightly and tucking his legs under hers. His breathing slowed and his consciousness faded away, leaving the three sleeping in the large bed.

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9:17 am

When John woke up from his deep slumber, he was alone. He hoped Charlotte (or Cynthia) would be here when he opened his eyes, but they weren't. John lay in his bed, the monotonous beeping sound in the background and the sharp pain returning slowly. He sighed, not being able to hide the overwhelming feeling of sadness and loneliness taking over his emotions. The door swung open and a nurse entered the room, checking his vitals.

"How are you doing?" She asked, writing unknown words on the clipboard in her hands.

"It hurts," John shrugged nonchalantly, refusing to reveal his emotions.

"Alright, we'll give you more medicine, okay?" The nurse prepared the morphine.

He lifted his shoulders again, a frown placed itself on his face and he twiddled his thumbs anticipatingly. The woman carefully grasped his biceps and turned it over, inserting the needle into his skin. 'Why would they show up? Why would anyone come visit me in the morning? Maybe they finally realized what an asshole I am and won't come' those thoughts clouded John's mind, corrupting his emotions.

As if she answered his prayers, Charlotte waltzed into the hospital room with a shopping bag wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. The nurse left the room quietly, leaving the two friends by themselves.

"Hey, John, I got you something," She set the bag down in a chair and looked over at John.

His face softened and his eyes glistened with newfound happiness. Charlotte reached over and hugged him affectionately, he immediately returned it, breathing in her warm scent.

"I'm glad you came, I didn't think anyone would," John looked down, realizing how vulnerable he had become around her.

"Of course I came, I know how lonely it can be in here," Charlotte hinted to the long, solitary nights she would spend here, even weeks at a time.

"Yeah, it gets pretty boring too," He laughed, reaching for the pouch and examining the contents.

John retrieved snacks, board games (Monopoly included), small fidget toys, and a single notebook and pen, marveling at all the items. Charlotte knew the man loved to draw, so she got him a little something he can doodle in.

"If you wanna right songs or maybe just draw, I got you that," She pointed at the leather-bound journal and the ballpoint pen in his hands.

"Yes, ta, Lotti," John nodded in appreciation, grinning from ear to ear.