Paul is death (my version)

The hospital

POV Paul

Suddenly the door opened. Ringo and George came quietly in. Oh yes, and John, who stayed extremely shy and sad in the background having his eyes on the ground the whole time.

Ringo and George hugged me very carefully as if they were afraid of hurting me. ,,It's ok guys give me a tighter hug it's all my fault anyway" I started to mumble. I suddenly felt the urge to look in a mirror. "Can someone please pass me a mirror?" I asked urgently. "Do you really want that? The last thing we need right now is to see you cry." Ringo asked me hesitantly. But I stayed determined, ,,you know that I don't cry." I replied but suddenly became unsure. If Ringo asked me something like that it had to be very bad.
"I'll wait," I said, trying to sound less bossy as John rubbed it in my face, still miserable in the corner. George started walking and meanwhile I tried to make eye contact with John, I managed but he quickly avoided my gaze.
Finally George came back with a hand mirror and handed it to me.

I looked in the mirror and screamed. I felt hot tears running down my cheeks and wet my eyes. It was bad and I would definitely need a surgeon. My face was terribly swollen, red with cuts, lacerations and one eyebrow was completely destroyed from a huge cut and my nose looked bad, which is what a broken nose looks like.
Suddenly John jumped up, ran to me and yelled in my face, ,,Shit why don't you listen you idiot?! You almost committed suicide and you can't even do anything about it. You don't know what it's like to see your best friend almost die." After that, John ran out of the room and slammed the door.

I had the urge to get up and run after him and calm him down.
I was about to get up too, but George pushed me back onto the hospital bed and Ringo ran to help John. "Are you crazy!" yelled George. I had never seen him like that before. His eyes widened and his sharp teeth bared. ,, Maybe I'm crazy but I'm just trying to help him." George nodded, apologized and backed away ,, Paul, we were all so worried but you have to stay in bed now you know. John only blames himself for the accident" George said urgently and I paled. ,,Oh george...I'm so sorry that I was so stupid." I whispered in embarrassment. ,,It's ok my friend as long as you get better soon" george said with the hint of a smile.

Ringo finally came back in with a tearful John. ,, Guys he was banging his head against a wall the whole time screaming that he wanted to kill himself. Be careful with him." I looked at John's head where a trickle of blood had formed and was running down his forehead. He didn't even bother to wipe it away.
I tried to cheer him up with stupid jokes like he would have done, but it had no sense or effect. I asked the others to leave the room which they did because I heard a door being closed to be alone with John.
,, Look John, shouldn't I be feeling bad because I'm hurt? But no except of the pain i'm fine because life goes on John. Please don't make this stupid mistake. The future of the Band and us depends entirely on your decision. It's no use anyway so let it be John."
John came up to me and hugged me,, I'm so sorry anyway, I could have saved myself these stupid comments and the argument. Everyone is the way he is and that's a good thing." He whispered in my ear. And gave me a playful kiss on the cheek. It hurt and felt good at the same time. "It's a miracle that you still want to kiss me even though I'm almost Frankenstein." I joked, thinking I'd convinced John which may not maybe turned out that way.

Suddenly I heard sobbing from the bathroom and realized that ringo and george didn't even go out but listened to us the whole time. "Ringo, George I know you're in there!" I yelled angrily. Even John's eyes sparkled angrily.