Miss Him, Miss Him

(Un)Consciousness

"Please don't drink the water, John!" Paul managed to get out.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Like I told you, nothing's wrong!" Billy slightly panicked in his tone, making sure that Paul's voice wasn't noticed.
After many moments of struggling, he found that John's guitar was still in reach. He grabbed it and struck the base of it onto Billy's leg, causing him to move it away instinctively. Paul immediately stood up and ran right upstairs to find John, which was easy for him to do.
He tapped on John's shoulder, waking him up from a light sleep nearly instantly. However, the action startled him.
"Did you really need to scare me like that, Paul? What is it now?"
"Have you drank any of the water?"
"Well, yeah. You offered it to me. I do feel a little off, though."
"Don't drink any more of it. You remember Billy, right? I mean, I assume you would," Paul warned.
"He tried to drug me, didn't he?" John absorbed the information, not fully knowing what to do with it.
"Yeah, I think he did. I don't want you to go through what I went through. I don't remember too much of what happened, but a bit of it is still in my memory," Paul spoke worriedly.
"What do you think I should do now, then?" John asked with a voice that sounded slightly weaker than before. That detail scared Paul even more.
"If you're able to walk, then we should both go downstairs and sort everything out. I'll check if that's safe to do, though," Paul explained as he stepped out of the room and scanned the floor below. Billy had actually left.
Paul gestured with his hand for John to come, which he did, albeit in a slightly shaky manner that Paul took notice of immediately.
They sat down at the kitchen table. Paul also noticed that John looked slightly entranced, in a sense.
"Does everything feel alright, John?"
"My heart feels like it could burst out of my chest any minute and my vision looks like a pure blur of colors so I think there's something wrong," John elaborated, holding his chin in his hands. His face was incredibly pale, too.
"Stay there, I'll get you some water that will improve your physical quality instead of putting you in this whole predicament," Paul tried to put out a lighthearted atmosphere, but didn't get any reaction from John. He knew that was unusual behavior from him.
As he handed the bottle to John, he could feel the object shake as John grasped it and practically chugged its contents. Paul's eyes widened at the sight. He wasn't too used to being in a situation like this.
"You're aware of your surroundings, right? Like how you're at your own house and sitting at a table," Paul's voice trembled anxiously as he placed his hand lightly on top of John's shoulder.
"I know all of that, but I'm just experiencing so many things at once," John shook his head, looking even more dazed than when he had appeared on the stairs the first time.
"Is there anything specific that you feel?"
"I feel quite ill."
"Could you elaborate on that a little more, please?"
"My head's pounding and I don't even know how to describe what my stomach's doing," John rubbed at the side of his head, his eyes gazing off into nowhere.
"Do you feel dizzy in any way?"
"Very," John responded shakily.
"You do know why I'm asking all of these questions, right?" Paul tested.
"I've got a feeling as to why," John answered  in an even quieter tone.
"I'm keeping you conscious. Was that your guess?"
"Partially, I think. It was really just a passing thought."
Paul slowly nodded, but noticed a small movement in the corner. Blinking to make sure he was seeing things correctly, the figure was gone after he had completed the action.
"You saw that, right, Paul?"
"I did, and I'm not too pleased," Paul acknowledged angrily.
John gave a small, amused laugh, which Paul didn't give a reaction to.
"Stay right there, I'm going to investigate whatever that was," Paul stated with a firm tone.
"I don't think my legs could handle even that length. I can barely even feel them!"
Paul sighed as he looked around for a torch, not wanting to get caught off-guard at all.
"John, have you got a torch?" Paul asked, trying to keep his words smooth. John didn't answer, though, which wasn't too surprising for Paul. He checked a cabinet, and found one, delighted at the sight. Paul immediately turned it on, shining it directly in the corner in which he saw the movement. Nothing was illuminated. Curiously, he strode towards the area, thoroughly checking it. He frowned, knowing that he couldn't have made it all up.
He heard breathing behind himself, though. Whipping around, he found a person behind him.
Billy had never truly left.