You Really Got A Hold On Me

Chapter 8 - Sorry, Mum

"Close your mouth Paulie," said a very weak Mary McCartney. Her face was almost fully covered in bandages and she had tubes going in and out of her body and her clothes were stained with blood.

"Mum....." Paul said slowly walking over to her. Once he was right next to her he could see all her injuries and his knees finally gave out. He fell to his knees and took her hand. "Mum...." He said shakily with tears streaming down his face.

"Paulie, honey, I'm not gonna lie to you it's not looking good" She whispered.

"Mum... I love you." Was all Paul could make out.

"Paul... I want you to know... I love you so much, nothing will ever stop that... not even death." She said very weakly. "I've never kept anything from you... and you've never kept anything from me... so I should tell you, I think I'm dying." She said very quietly, now holding Paul's hand lightly.

"I'm sorry mum, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

"Calm down buddy... why are you sorry? This isn't your fault." She managed to say

"I've not told you th-the truth but if this is it... I-I want you to know... mum I-I'm... I'm a queer... I'm sorry, sorry so sorry, please forgive me. Forgive me just in case." Mary was quiet for a minute and Paul thought that was it, he started weeping more. After about a minute, finally, Mary made a sound.

"I already know that Paulie, and I don't forgive you... There is nothing to forgive. I'm glad you told me... Like I said I will always love you honey." She croaked out.

Paul heard this but just continued weeping, finally realising his mum is probably going to die. "Shh honey, it's alright" she made out. "You should leave, I don't want you to be here for this, look after your father for me. I love you." She said. Paul immediately looked up,

"Here for what?" He panicked

"I can feel it... it's my time, and that's alright. Now go... please..." She said.

With that Paul did as his mum asked and stepped out of the room, weeping.

As soon as Paul stepped out the room, he was physically sick. As soon as he stopped vomiting he fainted and one of the doctors caught his unconscious body. He woke up later, across a few chairs in a waiting room next to his father. Jim's knee was bouncing up and down and he was biting his nails with his other hand on Paul's knee.

Paul sat up and looked at his father. He turned to look at him.

"Oh you're awake... are you alright?" Paul just nodded remembering what had happened. "You fainted, just before they went in for surgery, the doctors should be here any minute now." Paul just nodded again.

A few minutes went by before a surgeon wearing scrubs burst into the room. He looked over to Jim and Paul and shook his head before walking over and kneeling down beside them.

"I am so sorry... we couldn't save them. I'm sorry for you're losses" He said sincerely. Jim didn't really react to this at all he just sat there with a blank expression. Paul on the other hand was being sick before dropping to his knees and screaming the most painful scream one could ever have the misfortune of hearing before he passed out again. 

(Authors note - so what do you think?

Sorry it took me literal months to get back to this, I've been very depressed lately but I'm getting better. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.

Should I keep writing or is it crap so far?

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- Xavier)