A Common Misconception (Beatles Fanfic)

Penny Lane Doesn't Like Her (Chapter 3)

"You know I think it's too far to walk to Penny Lane. Why can't we just go on the bus?" I said with a slight whining tone. Paul and George looked at each other for a moment. "Er- we didn't think about it actually. I think the next stop is a few minutes away from here if we hurry," said George, starting to half jog to the next bus stop.

He was slightly ahead of us, I blame his long limbs for that. Paul and I followed suit and since I'm possibly the clumsiest person on the face of the Earth, I somehow tripped on a fire hydrant and fell flat on my face.

The pain didn't feel that bad at first. I've noticed that George and Paul started walking back towards me. "Umph f-fine, I fink," I gurgled, not really noticing my tone of voice.

"Um Florence, your nose's bleeding," Paul pointed out, still holding on to his gig case. I didn't really believe him so I tried to look at my reflection in the puddle next to the hydrant. "Ehmergerd I fink umph bwoke meh nose," I fretted, trying to feel my nose but only finding blood on my fingers in return.

"Me dad's friend used to be a doctor and he's got a shop not too far from here. He's a bit of a nutcase but we could go to him," suggested George, his eyebrows furrowed. "I feel dizzy, ugh," I moaned in pain.

"Lean forward, not back," warned Paul as he wrapped his arms around me, trying to help me stand up. "Why?" I questioned. "Just trust me, you don't want blood to go down your throat. You might vomit," Paul explained to me as he pat my back.

"I think I can stand," I said as I tried to stand on my own two feet but as a result I stumbled backwards a bit. "Both of us could hold you to make sure you don't fall," suggested Paul, looking at George. George seemed to sheepishly agree as he held onto my left arm and with Paul at my right, we started walking to George's dad's friend's shop.

I don't know how long it took but we managed to reach there in what seemed to be hours which might came from the fact that my nose was distracting me with it's bloody bleeding. 'Well, this is irony at its best,' I laughed inwardly.

George opened the door of the shop which made the little bell on top of the door jingle. It seemed to be some kind of shop selling Chinese tea or something. Whatever it is, this man must have some serious obsession with China.

"Uncle Donald! Are you in here?" hollered George. "George, how many times do I have to remind you 'don't shout in front of the dragon'. It's bad feng shui especially with the paht chee saying that I don't have much luck this year," A man with thinning peppery-brown hair and horn rimmed spectacles reprimanded George. 'He must be Uncle Donald,' I thought. "Uh sir, not to be rude but our friend here is bleeding and George here said you could help us," Paul tried to say politely.

Uncle Donald looked at me through his glasses with an amused smile. "Ah yes, you fell on your face, didn't you?" he gently asked. I nodded but the headache hurt more when I did. "Come into the storage room. Take a seat on that chair but don't lie down," he instructed. Paul helped me walk over to the large massage chair and sit down on it.

"Here put this on your face. I'm putting on the kettle," Uncle Donald gave me an ice pack and the kettle started boiling. I held it to my face, the feeling shocking at first but pleasant after a while. Meanwhile, Paul and George both took a seat facing the steaming kettle as Uncle Donald bustled around the small room, trying to find something in his cabinets.

I took this time to look around the room. It was a bit dusty but overall neat compared to the rest of his Chinese tea shop. A radiant colour of emerald green painted on the wall and wooden floorboards. A golden miniature statue of a war horse perched on the top of one shelf, a dragon ornament on the other shelf.

"Tea's ready!" Uncle Donald exclaimed as he poured a cup of tea and took a sip. "Isn't that for Floren-" objected George before he was interrupted. "Of course not! Tea could make the bleeding worse, George," he simply said which seemed to annoy bemused George.