After some time, John Lennon begins to see a new enchanting world, offering every wish he could ever dream upon; excess , parties , and a lavish lifestyle . He is believes himself to be against all of that, but his ego wants more. Michelle "broke"...
Ted Dumas didn't even have to ask, he knew Michelle had solved the problem, and it was. The Band met all the boys and girls at the orphanage, they talked and had lunch with them. They played, as planned, three songs. They left with the promise that they'd visit them during the next tour.
The spirits were high, it had uplifted them to spend time with those kids. Hugh and Nadine asked them if they wanted to visit some pubs, they normally frequented.
Everyone said yes, except for Michelle, who had been coughing a lot, the adrenaline she had as she managed the visit to those kids, had worn off by now, and only the illness that was awaiting in her body, appeared.
She went straight to the hotel; before retiring, the lobby clerk called her and asked in French if she was with the Beatles' team, after a positive answer, this man gave her a box to give to one of the Beatles, it was wrapped with a yellow bow and what appeared to be expensive wrapping paper, it had a fancy card, written on it said:
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She thanked the clerk, and once in the second floor, she decided to open it, having a feeling this was something that could mean trouble for him, Michelle knew it was from Rattbauten. Once she took the cover from the box, she saw a green jar labeled "take me and trip" inside some pills, pills of what? she didn't have to know, but for what she guessed it by the label, there was also another elegant and bigger jar, it was a liquid, and it was labeled "Drink me: it's your favourite"
It was to have John under his spell, those drugs were soon to have him as his puppet. She went to her bathroom restroom and flushed them.
She had no regrets about what she had done. She was trying to sleep but aching in her body and throat, would awake her every 5 to 10 minutes; when she managed to fall asleep, a knock on her door woke her up.
She opened the door to John, he was carrying two cups and on the other hand a bag with two French pastries. Michelle put a napkin covering her mouth and warned him, "you better go, or I'll get you sick,"
John ignored her and entered, placing the hot cuppas on the writing desk, "I'll get you , I'll get you sick and ill," he sang to the tone of his song 'I'll get you'
She cleaned her nose and asked him to sit far, she took the tea and sat near the window. As she took a sip it improved her throat ache, tasting the honey and lemon it had.
"I saw how sick you got after the orphanage, I thought you'd need something, do you want me to call for a doctor?" he asked and took the warm madeline he had bought, offering the other one to her.
"I think I got sick before that, during the morning at the train station, it got really cold and I wasn't carrying a coat." She admitted and tried to bite into the pastry.
In a high pitched pretend voice he scold her, "that's for not listening to mummy, to always carry a coat." He made her giggle, "speaking of her, how is she? Is your father still there?" he continued eating.
She shrugged, "I don't know and I don't want to know, whenever I call her I ask her how she's doing, she says fine then asks about me, but that's it. I think it's better to solve it in person if he's still there,"
He agreed, putting his glasses on, he took a book she had on the desk and saw it was The Picture of Dorian Grey, "re-reading? I read it at school,"
She smiled, "I did too, but it was during the period of fights and separation of my parents, it brought bad memories so I never picked it up again," she took a sip again, closing her eyes who now felt heavy she continued, "I found it on the train, probably the gods trying to tell me to get over my childhood traumas," she humored.
"Tell me if it works out then, then I'll ask you to help me," he joked; he noticed that she probably was in pain, by her weak smile and how pale she looked; "I better go, and let you to rest,"
Michelle covered her mouth again, and went to open the door for him, she thanked him.
Taking the cup from her hands, he felt her and noticed that she was hot, he immediately placed the back of his hand on her cheeks and forehead, "you're very warm, and not in the way I'd want," he hid his worry with a joke, "bloody hell, Michelle let me get you a doctor,"
She took his hand from her face, "I need a good rest, honest,"
John entered the room and asked her to sit on the bed, "I'll bring a doctor to check on you," he instructed
Letting herself fall on the bed, she covered herself, feeling that now she was sweating by the next time she opened her eyes she saw a doctor asking her to sit. Her fever was very high, but nothing to worry about, he asked John to bring another blanket to cover her, so she would sweat the fever way. He took some pills and left them for her.
She didn't know at what time the doctor or John left, when she opened her eyes again, it was 4 am in the morning. She woke up to John asleep on the chair, she decided not to wake him up but to better go and take a shower to help her condition, after it she returned to bed again.
At 7 am she woke up once again, before looking to her left, she said to herself, "please don't be there, please please, don't be there," she turned towards the chair, John wasn't there. She sighed but for a minute, her wishes weren't granted, he found John on the floor, luckily it was a carpeted floor. "Hey, sorry to wake you up," she said, kneeled on the floor and with a hand on his shoulder, he woke him up.
He rubbed his eyes, "don't worry, how are you," he quickly stood up, helping her too.
"I'm better," she hadn't had time to noticed that her health had improved a lot, "what about you?" she was concerned,
He gave her a worried look, "My throat itches a little," he batted his eyes and told her, "I don't know what it is, but if you were to put your tongue inside my mouth—" he was stopped by her hitting him with a pillow.
"You're a fool," she said, "you don't feel ill?"
He shook his head telling her no, "seriously don't worry, I'm alright," he took his coat, "I better go and try to sleep a bit more, good thing we don't have something schedule until tomorrow,"
She looked at him with sweet eyes, wanting to hug him and thank him. He tended to be so kind sometimes with her, she knew it. But she understood that she could not give him any hint that she still loved him; it'd make everything more complicated, more for her since he appeared to have moved on, by dating and sleeping around.
Michelle opened the door for him, only waved good-bye and closed the door.
