Miss Him, Miss Him

Relieved

"I'd also describe what I gave to John as probably not the best for the brain in large amounts. It'd be a practical death sentence if taken if not in the smallest dose possible," Billy added before Paul began speaking to someone on the phone.
"Hello? This is Paul McCartney speaking. I'm calling from John Lennon's house. He's been drugged, and I think he's called you many hours ago. I'd like to report the same person he did to you," Paul spoke, relieved that all of the prior chaos would be ending. "Just to let you know, he isn't a suspect or anything. This is the actual person who had done everything—he can affirm it all himself."
"Please, don't make me speak," Billy pleaded fearfully. Paul gave him an annoyed look, intrigued by his new mannerisms.
"I think that's enough evidence, isn't it? Now, I am going to leave him outside. He's quite noticeable, actually."
Without actually hanging up the phone, Paul dragged Billy outside and left him near the door. He didn't fully close the door, though.

Soon enough, Paul saw a few cars coming his way. He placed the phone back in place, grinning.
Paul walked back to where John was sitting. His eyes were barely open, only a part of its whites showing.
"Do you feel alright, John?" Paul asked gently. His only reply was a small shrug.
"All of this is going to wear off soon, I do know that. Just try to keep your consciousness for a while."

John had eventually fallen naturally asleep at the table, and so did Paul. The two woke up earlier in the morning, but Paul was the first to do so.
He tapped his fingers on the table, bouncing his leg in anticipation.
John began to slightly stir, almost as if he were having a very distressing dream. His eyelids flickered a few times.
He caught sight of Paul, and fully opened his eyes.
"Is it normal to be having a bloody terrible headache right now? I do not feel well at all," John groaned.
"Do you remember anything at all from last night?"
"There was pure chaos, that's what's memorable."
John looked almost strung-out in a sense, but Paul couldn't judge him for that. He went through a lot last night.
"The man who tried to become me had drugged you, but I had him arrested. That's the shorter answer."
"Did I say anything that could be considered embarrassing in any way?" John's eyes widened.
"No, you were given a much stronger sedative. I'm glad that you managed to get through all of that, though. I'm still quite concerned."
"Does this mean that I fell asleep at this table? I have a faint memory of that, but I can't fully visualize it."
"You managed to stay in the exact same spot for multiple hours. I'm not the most used to seeing you so subdued."
"I'm not the most used to being told I was subdued in any way! Actually, most people say the exact opposite," John laughed. A small smile made its way into Paul's face. He was glad to see his friend back to normal, even though the period of unusualness was relatively short.
"I do hope that we don't have to go through any of that ever again. No, it just won't happen again, how about that. On another note, I should definitely take you to the hospital because you, in fact, look horrendous. You're able to walk, right?"