Just in Time for Tea (A Dhani Harrison Fanfic)

fixing a hole

George's POV

The pain was still rushing and keeping me down. My ribs felt like they were ran over by a truck. Rain. Great. Oh wait. Hail???? No way. SNOW?!?!?!?!?!? I dont even have the strength to get up. How long was I laying there? How did hail turn into snow that fast.

"George?" A voice. Yes! Please help me. I cant even talk.

"George??!!" I tried to see who it was but the pain shot my ribs but this time a sharper one. I moan in pain. I could hear the footsteps coming closer and closer.

I felt a hand on my arm shaking me awake. "George? What happened?" Ringo? "Its yer mate, John." Oh yes! John.

"Please.......help.......me......" It took a while for me to form those words.

"Can ye get up?" I nodded a no. "What hurts?"

I pointed to my ribs. "I'll help ye, kay?" He tried to help me stand but I really cant. He sighed.

"I'll just carry ye home then baby Jojie." I was breathing heavily as the pain shoots me again making me cry out.

"Okay, here we go. Ye ready?" I nodded. "1.......2......3!" He carries me and tried to keep excessive movement from me.

"How did this even happened?" He asks again while walking.

"R-ro-r-y."

"Storm?!" He asked almost shouting. I nodded.

"That bastard will get a Lennon Beating." He held me tigher and I moaned. "Oh, sorry."

He walked me to his house because it was way closer than mine. I was hoping Paul or Ringo or Tom or Bob would come. But I was glad that it was John. He's a great friend. Even if we had some tensions and a little of arguements before. The thoughts, the pain and the snow was makig me dizzy. I could feel the world spinning. Then I felt the last pain shoot at me and it shot me down.

John's POV

I knew that Harrison was a bit of a pain to me before but he was still my mate. He was still the Hare Krishna guy in the group. He was still the soul. And he was still MY best friend.

When we got home, Jojie was already asleep. I felt bad for him for gettong that beating. Rory always told me that we'll all get a package labelled the 1958 Beating. I felt bad that Harrison got it first. What was he doing there anyways? Crazy ol' bloke.

I know that he hasnt got along with Yoko yet so I put him to my care. I changed his clothes and wipped him with a towel rinsed with warm water. I laid him on my bed and left him for a while to grab some food.

I got back and placed his food on the table. He was still asleep. He was like a kid with this mustache and I looked like his dad with the glasses and all.

I took a deep breath and got my notebook. Harrison also had a diary in the beatles years so he had someone to talk about his feelings with. I started scribbling.

I drew the vision I had when I was 12. The man on the flaming pie. When I was done, I felt satisfied.

"John?"

"Heya lil Jojie." I closed my notebook and moved my chair to him.

"I'm not LIL anymore."

"You still are to me." I laughed. "How'ya feelin?" I placed my hand on his forehead to check if he had a fever.

"Fine, I guess."

"No yer not. You've got yerself a fever." He sighed.

"I cant stay here. I dont wanna be a burden to you." He looked away.