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Chapter 21: Please Please Me.

To get home was a bit of a hassle. Before we could leave I had to have a nurse check up on my vitals. They told us that they still didn't know exactly what caused me to faint. I proposed to them that it might have been due to some type of stress because I had had a lot going on recently, though I knew the real reason was quite different. I only hoped that this was as bad as it was going to get before it got better the way Anna told me.

I would have to visit her again at some point, I decided. But before then I would have to figure things out with John and George.

Then we had to get my personal belongings back from the hospital, for which I had to sign a bunch of complicated documents while George was on the phone with Brian about some news concerning Pete best. Moreover, while he was on the phone, I had to explain to them that the passport George had found in my bag and given to them in a hurry when we arrived wasn't my real passport but a prop for a science fiction film I had done last year, and not a misprint, or false documentation. Which was why it said my year of birth was 2001. And that since I was here on a trip, and had gotten my read ID stolen, there was nothing I could give them.

There was some clear hesitation on their part as I was explaining away all the things that didn't quite add up about me. But they did tell me they had no right or legal reason to hold my things. Or demand to see my real documentation so me and George were free to go. (Though I was advised to come back to the hospital for another checkup in a matter of days and I politely agreed, I wasn't actually planning on it.) when I was officially discharged it was only around 10 am.

When George came back he had an unreadable expression on his face. He took my bag from my shoulder to hold for me, and quickly kissed me on the cheek. My heart warmed at the simple gesture. "Everything all right?" He asked.

"Mhm." I nodded. "With you?"

"Yeah, we... Pete's out of the band." He said with almost a bit of relief. Like he was glad to have said it.

"Oh...?" I raised my eyebrows in question. 

George smiled reassuringly. Saying we would talk about it later. But that it was as alright.

"Shall we?" I asked.

He wordlessly slipped his hand into mine. And nodded good day to the front desk lady I had been talking to.

Quiet Beatle, I thought to myself and couldn't help but smile. 

George walked us over to the hospital entrance where a car waiting. On the way there he whispered to me. "They give you any trouble, love?"

"A little... it wasn't to bad." I shrugged. "Who's in the car?"

"It's Paul, he offered to bring us home over the phone."

I told Paul hello and thanked him for picking us up as we got in the car and then thanked him again when we got to the apartment. He politely said it was no trouble.

In the car the two lads spoke about the upcoming gigs Brian had arranged for the band around the city, one of which was that night. I was looking out the car window, not saying much and thinking about what I might say to George. He was smiling again and seemed happy on the surface, but I could tell I had hurt him by what I had said. My heart ached at the thought, but at the same time warmed when I recalled how he called me his girl. I wasn't sure if he seriously felt that way though, or if it was just something he'd said without feeling behind it. But either way I knew it was still affecting him what had just happened... I still felt so horribly guilty for all of it. Not just what I had said but everything I hadn't said to him. All the lies and deceit. He deserved the truth. But would he ever believe me?