What is life (On hold)

Chapter 3

[A/N: 5 months guys haha I am truly sorry I promise that after this I shall update at least 1 time in 2 weeks, well here's a short, quite bad chapter.] 

Why was it like whenever something good happened it was always followed by something bad.

I moved to Liverpool, I got hit by a car.

I met The Beatles, I soon got unconscious. My life was a big mess.

I opened my eyes slowly, they were heavy as rocks. A man in a white robe stood on my left side and stared on a piece of paper with my name on it. The doctor noticed that I was awake and he told me what happened. A heavy box with emergency tools fell on me and I got a black eye. Could this day get any worse? I seriously doubted that.

I lied in the hard hospital bed for 2 hours straight, just starring into the ceiling.

Then suddenly I heard a loud noise. The door opened and in came The Beatles. George first, followed by John, Paul and Ringo. They all stared chocked on my black eye. And Paul suddenly asked "Oi what happened to your eye ?"

After a long awkward silence I answered "Right after you guys left, a box with emergency tools fell over me."

"Well Georgie here, was worried out of his mind when we were in the studio" John teased George and George blushed lightly.

"I was just worried that the lady right here would hurt herself while we were gone, and she did so I think I might as well stay here for the night so it won't happen again"

This time I blushed but answered "Thank you George but I don't think it will be necessary"

"Well I do" he winked.

He wouldn't take no for an answer I guess. So the three other lads said goodbye and took off. Here I was, in the hospital with George, alone. And so the awkward silence began. I just lied there and he sat on chair beside the bed but it was a quite nice feeling, feeling wanted by someone. I smiled foolishly a second and George smiled back. Everything just felt so perfect somehow, even though I was badly injured and I was going to be for many months.

I slept peacefully until I woke up at 3AM, screaming. A nightmare, I remember having those every night after my family passed away in the fire. I looked to my left and the chair was empty. So he left, he finally realised that I am a psycho, nobody has ever liked me so why would this be any different.

When I woke up the next morning, George sat quite uncomfortably in the chair and slept lightly, like nothing had ever happened, maybe it all was just a dream. I yawned hoping that he would wake up by my sudden action and he did. 

"Goodmorning love." He said while yawning. "Slept well?" 

"Well no actually, I woke up in the middle of the night and you were gone."

"Oh sorry 'bout that, just went to the restroom, it was not the easiest place to find."

"Oh, okay, uhm I thought that you uhm left..." I said nervously and stared at the ceiling. 

"Don't worry 'bout that, I would never leave you all alone in here, hospitals kind of freak's me out and the food is horrid! And that's coming from me."

I giggled and thought, this would be a couple of interesting months.