Lovely Rita

911

A Month Later
Paul and I had technically been dating for a year now, we had our ups and downs but I loved him, he looked after me and he made me feel safe.
They had just released 'The White album' and things for the band were privately heading down hill. They'd have to be traveling soon for promotion and I'd get to go.
I was in the bedroom reading a book when I heard something like a glass break downstairs.
"Paul?" I shouted
"Is everything ok "

No response.

I got up and went down the stairs when I saw him on the floor with a needle in his arm.
"PAUL!" I screamed
I took the needle out and he couldn't even open his eyes properly. He's overdosed.
I slapped him in the face several times just to try and wake him up. I didn't know what to do. I got up and called 911

"911 what's your emergency "

"MY BOYFRIEND HES OVERDOSED I THINK HES DYING HELL PLEASE" I screamed in tears

"Miss please keep calm. What is your address?"

"Ummm 7 Cavendish Avenue in St John's Wood, London NW8 9JD"

"Ok help is on the way "

I ran back over to Paul and did the only thing I could, hold him. My beautiful boyfriend is dying. If he died I couldn't live.

I heard a knock on the door . I looked before letting anyone in, boy, were the press gonna enjoy this.
I let them in and they asked me what he took
" UMM I DINT KNOW SOME HEROIN"
They were checking his eyes with a torch and injected him with something. I wasn't leaving his side.
They slapped him a couple times and then he woke up almost immediately.
He took a minute to get up and when he did I gave him the biggest hug ever.

"Your a very lucky man mr McCartney" one of the paramedic said
"Your pulse was very low "
Paul put his arm around my waist.
"Yeah thanks" he said as they packed their things up

"Is there some sort of Doctor patient privacy " he asked
"We're not doctors " the other man replied
"Well the. You lot are gonna have to wait here a second"
He went over to our phone and punched a number in
"Yeah Brian "
I heard him say
"I'm in a problem"
"Very bad one "
"Bring an N.D.A"
"Be quick "
He hung up

"Can I offer you guys a cup of tea?" I asked the men

"We really should be going" they said in agreement

"Just hang on " Paul said trying to slow them down

In no time there was a knock on the door.
I answered it and I wasn't familiar with the face but Paul told me to let him in so I did.

What was happening?
I felt like I was going to just burst out crying.
Everything was going way too fast

The man with the unfamiliar face sat on one of our sofas. He was well dressed in an expensive suit with a briefcase.
"Please gentlemen" he said signalling them to sit down.
You could tell they were hesitant but they could tell he was serious.

"Nat Weiss" he put his hand out and shook each paramedics hand.
"We haven't got all day there are other people who need tending to as well." One of them said

"I know, this won't take long" he said pulling two pieces of paper out of his briefcase.
I was watching as stood clutched on to Paul .

"I'm the Beatles lawyer and to ensure their safety and privacy I need you both to sign these. They are Non disclosure agreements, which means you can't disclose any of the details of your encounter with Mr.Mccartney to the press, or anyone for that matter."

One of the paramedics ( the less sassy ) one said
"If I sign that will you sign something for my kid"
"Yeah alright Paul" said clearly not in the mood and biting his nail
Mr. Weiss was saying a couple more things to them but I turned my attention to Paul.
"I love you so much" I whispered hugging him.
He put his arm around my shoulder and looked down at me.
"I love you too, in sorry for the fuss" he said kissing my head
"If I lost you-"
I was cut of my the thought of it and I began to sob.
He lifted my chin up and began kissing me, I loved his lips, they were perfect.
We were interrupted when we heard someone clearing their throat, obviously wanting our attention.
Ugggghhhh I wanted to be alone with my man, was that so much to ask for.
It was the paramedic who Paul promised he'd sign something for. There was a piece of newspaper on the table with the Beatles on it, Paul picked it up and signed it. He gave it to the man and thanked the lawyer as they all left.
Mr Weiss stopped at the door and looked at us
"You've got to be more careful than that, next time call Brian, not the ambulance" and with that he closed the door.
"I'm so sorry Rita " Paul apologised
"If you die I'll kill myself" I said crying
"I'm not gonna die honey. You can't get rid of me that easy" he said smiling at me

"I know the miscarriage was hard for us, but we have to stop now, I can't lose you too." I said holding him close

"Alright , we'll sort ourselves out"

The rest of the day was spent watching shitty British soap operas and just being together.

Author's note - Hi, I'm having trouble putting the cast up so here's an idea of who's who.
Jane Asher as Rita
Paul McCartney as himself
The Beatles as themselves
Brian Epstein as himself