Be Happy, Baby [Slash]

Be Happy, Baby - Ch. 5 - Part 2 [slash]

Hello readers. How are you? I hope you're doing fantastic.

For now, here is part 2 of chapter 5! For the next chapter (which is also split into 2 parts) I will have to link them to my personal site because they get a wee bit over R-rated..

Anyways, mini-cameo by Brian Epstein! If you're not too well-informed on the whole Beatles timeline/world, all you need to know is that Brian Epstein was the Beatles's renowned road manager, who also happened to be the one to discover them and give them their 'Beatle look' in Liverpool. Brian's untimely death came in 1967, due to an overdose. Also, he was gay. :)

Long chapter, due to excessive dialogue. Picture is of Brian Epstein.

CHAPITRE CINQ (PARTE DEUX)

Beep.

…What was that?

Beep.

There it was again..

Beep.

What the…?

Beep.

UGH! Enough with the bloody beeping.

….Beep.

John forced his eyes opened, ready to destroy whatever was making that awful noise, but immediately regretted it when his eyes were ambushed with blinding white lights, earning him a wave of dizziness. What the hell, why is it so bright?

John closed his eyes again. Where the hell is he? He felt all fuzzy when he tried to remember, a constant throbbing in his head making it hard to think. His entire body ached like he’d just run a marathon, especially his upper chest.

He squirmed around slightly and found that he was lying on some sort of uncomfortable bed. What a shitty hotel…

Beep.

But why would there be constant beeping in a hotel?

John opened his eyes again, this time much more slowly, to assess his surroundings.

Starch white walls, a bunch of doohickeys, starch white sheets, and a window.

John was confused to see that the place was littered with flowers and cards and all that rubbish.

He was definitely not in a hotel.

John craned his neck a tiny bit to look at himself.

Wires and tubes stuck into his arm and somewhere else under his sheets… John didn’t want to know where those ones led to.

Sheets tucked tightly around him.

Metal bars on either side of the bed.

Definitely a hospital, that much is clear. But real question is how did he end up here?

Wait a minute. What the…

What the bloody hell is that? There’s something on his face in his line of vision. On his nose.

Some sort of cast.. how the fuck did he break his nose?! He must’ve gotten into a fight…

“…well it’s your fault anyways!” A muffled voice came from outside of his door. It sounded like George, but he rarely ever yelled like that.

“MY fault?! How is this MY fault?” A second voice. Definitely Paul’s. What were they yelling about? And why weren’t they in here with him?

“Yer not stupid Paul, so stop actin’ like you are! You KNOW what I’m talking about! ”

“NO, I DON’T! I have no IDEA what yer on about George!”