Hello, Goodbye (Short Beatle Fanfics)

No One I Think is in My Tree (Ringo)

No One I think is in My Tree (Ringo) (This one is rated G but the system won't let me changed, it's the man man)

There was a sandbox across the street from the hospital Richie stayed at, and he tried to go there every day, but nurse usually stopped him. She said the same exact thing every day, and Richie didn't like hearing it. 

"You know this Mr. Starkey, you have to stay indoors, we can't have you getting sick again because you go out to play," Richie looked at his little fingers, and rubbed his slightly larger nose. He felt like he had failed the nurse again, but really really wanted to go out and play. 

"I know ma'am," The nurse nodded and patted his head and somewhat curly hair. Richie watched her walk out of the door, and laid back. He huffed at her, crossing his arms over his chest, and looking out of the window at Liverpool. I just want to play!

He got out of the bed, lightly landing on his feet, and going over to the window. It was a nice day, for Liverpool standards, and the perfect day to go outside, because it probably wouldn't rain on him, or anyone else. The sky was still grey, and the building was still grey, and the street was still grey, but the park had a touch of green, and that always attracted Richie.

He pressed his nose against the window, imagining running around and jumping. All he had to do was get around the nurses and he could get outside. He smiled.

"I know!" He spun around, careful not to fall over and hurt himself, but still quick, "I will go down the side stairs!" His little legs carried him to the door, which he slowly opened. He peered down the hallway, seeing no one walk by, and quickly leaving his room. 

He walked as fast as he could, make his scar on his stomach hurt, but he didn't mind. He knew he was okay, and that the stitches were what was making him hurt. Even though, he still would wince at the pain. 

But Richie's smile was still very bright.

A doctor came down the hallway, and Richie quickly slowed down and tried to walk normally. He puffed out his chest, and fixed his pajamas that he always wore, and held in his pinches of pain. I am a grown up, a big kid. 

The doctor looked at him, laughing somewhat at Richie, who was suddenly embarrassed at himself. 

"Where you going kid?" The doctor got down on Richie's level and lightly held his shoulders so he wouldn't walk off.

"Oh," He was a bad liar, "Um, I was just goin' to meet me pa at the cafeteria, sir," The doctor smiled at Richie.

"I'll take you down there then son," He took Richie by the hand and led him to the elevator. This was Richie's plan all along, but somehow he had to get away from him on the bottom floor. Somehow he would have to get out of his grasp. 

Richie wobbled a bit, back and forth and back and forth from foot to foot. The doctor pressed the button and the elevator began to move. Richie felt the bubbles of nervousness in his stomach as he looked at his small feet. 

What do I do?!

Once the elevator reached the bottom floor, the doctor led Richie from the elevator door, down some hallways, and into the large cafeteria. Richie carefully, as carefully as he could, for a moment where he could slip. 

That moment was a very short one, but it came as they entered the cafeteria together. The doctor ran into other doctors, or nurses, or someone. They were adults, much taller than Richie, who always hurt his neck looking at the faces of these adults, so usually he didn't bother to. 

They began to speak to each other, and Richie realized how this was his moment. 

He slowly pulled his hand from the doctor's, watching to see if he notices, and managed to get out of the doctor’s grip. Richie walked backwards, slowly at first to see if he would be noticed, and then quickly rushing to the front door.