Ain't She Sweet

Chapter 16 -Hallelujah, I love her so

<Paul POV ☺>

I walk to John and I shut the door behind me. I slump down the wall next to him.

"It's not yer fault John." I say.

"If ye were in this position, ya would feel as if yer mother had died again. If Angie remembers, she'll hate me." John sobbed.

"Shhhh." I hug John.

"The weight of the guilt is killin' me." John whispered.

"John, we all know ye are VERY impatient. Angie won't hate ye. And she doesn't! She loves ye so much! Think of all the things ya have done for her, ye saved her life, bought her candy, adopted her, and to top it off ye love her! She loves ye unconditionally." I finished.

John wiped away his tears and nodded.

"Yer right. I shouldn't blame myself. But that song- THAT SONG!" John jumped up.

"Are our guitars in our room?" He asks frantically.

"Yeah why?" He rushes back into Ringo and George's room and grabs the key to our room.

"John slow down!" Ringo screeches.

John runs over to our room and grabs his guitar.

He runs back into Ringo and George's room and sits on the bed next to Angie.

"I just thought of this." He murmurs softly.

He started to strum the guitar, ever so softly.

"If I fell in love with you,

Would you promise to be true

And help me, understand

'cause I've been in love before

And I found that love was more

Than just holding hands." John sung.

"Write this down Paul!" Ringo said.

I quickly grabbed a pad of hotel paper and a pen and scribble down the lyrics.

"Hello?" We hear.

We all turn our heads to look at the door and we see a woman.

"Hello? And ye are?" Ringo asks.

"Dr. Montgomery." She states.

She walks in.

"What's the matter?" She asks.

"Our- I mean me daughter passed out from cluster phobia and we want to know if she'll be ok." George said.

Dr. Montgomery sets her things down and gets her stethoscope out.

She puts it in her ears and puts the thing over Angie's heart.

"Her Heart rate is normal. She should be fine. And pardon me for askin' Mr.Harrison, aren't ye too young to have a child?" She asks.

George stifles a laugh and with a straight face he replies, "uh, no."

"Her temperature is normal. So she should wake up as soon as her brain re cooperates." The doctor packs up her things.

"When do ye think she'll wake up? We have a concert." Paul asks.

" half an hour. 45 minutes at maximum." She says.

"Hope she's faring well later boys, ta ta." She leaves the room.

"What a snob." George mumbles.

"Pardon me for askin' Mr.Harrison, aren't ye a little too young to have a child." John mimics her.

We all laugh.

<Ringo POV>

While we laugh, I notice Angie starts to stir.

"Look! Angie's startin' to wake up!" I say.

They all scramble to look at her.

Her eyes flutter open and she smiles.

"What is there somethin' on me face?" She asks.

"No Ang, We're just glad that ye woke up. Ya had us worried sick." George laughed, brushing a piece of her hair out of her face.

Angie sits upright and has a troubled look on her face.

"What happened to me?" She asked.

"Uh John had a song idea and was getting a little impatient in the elevator and he bung on the doors and the elevator stopped and ye started to her cluster phobic and ya kinda passed out." I explained.

John had his head in his hands.

Angie pouted her lip and patted John's head.

"I'm not mad. I'm quite impatient too." She said softly.

John smiled an hugged her.

"I thought ye hated my guts." John said.

Angie giggled.

"How could I? Yer so lovable! Ya got

Impatient. And I understand that." She chirps.