Blackbird

Chapter 1

London, April 21st, 1964, 1:48 a.m.

The loud sounds of a car crash ran through the night. Police and Ambulance sirens followed not to long after, as the five occupants of the car where taken to the hospital. This group consisted of none other than John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Ringo Starr, and another, though no one knew who she was.

While at the hospital, the four Beatles where being treated for their minor injuries, with a comfortable yet slightly awkward silence as the nurses patched them up. Once the nurses left Paul decided to break the silence.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you Lennon?!" John looked at him blankly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" John asked, completely lost on the subject.

"You could have killed us with the way you drive!" Paul spat. John just glared at him.

"Okay, okay, no need to fight over it, we're nowhere near getting killed, it's just a few cuts is all." George reasoned as Paul's gaze landed on him.

"That may be true for the four of us, but what about the bird? It's been over an hour and we havn't even heard anything yet!" Paul retorted.

"Alright enough, that may be true Paul, but it's not like John meant to crash." Ringo chimed in. Feeling rather defeated on the subject, Paul stopped talking and just sat there in a muddled haze.

Shortly afterwords, one of the doctors emerged from one of the halls, and made his way to the waiting room where the four Beatles where seated playing cards on the floor. 

"Haha! I win again!" George shouted while throwing his arms up triumphantly.

"That's 'cause he always cheats." John whispered to Paul as they began to laugh.

"I do not!" George scowled at them.

"You do." Ringo added.

"Ha, see now, and Ringo doesn't lie!" John and Paul said simultaneously.

"Either way, I win." George said again as he collected his winnings. 

"Excuse me." The doctor cleared his throat as he walked up to them. They terned to look up at him, and noticing that he was one of the doctors that had taken the girl to a different room they stood up.

"Yes, doctor, how is she?" Paul asked politely, as John rolled his eyes. The doctor once again cleared his throat in a somewhat conceited manner seeing as he already had their full attention.

"Now, before I begin on the girl's condition, I am Dr. Hanes." He began in his unusually high pitched voice. The boys just nodded, keeping their somewhat rude comments hidden. Dr. Hanes continued.

"Her condition is stable, although....." He paused for dramatic effect.

"Just tell us already you--" John had been cut off by the other three Beatles covering his mouth with their hands.

"Sorry Dr. Hanes, please continue." Paul apologized.

"As I was saying," He glared at John. "Her condition is stable, although, she has a miled case of amnesia, and a fractured skull, it shouldn't effect her much, but she won't remember anything past the age of six for about two weeks, and her skull should patch up on it's own." 

"So she's just like a six-year-old?" Paul asked.

"Yes." And with that, he led them to room 303. They stayed silent on the way to her room, trying to sort out all the events of the night. Where had they been going? And from where had they been coming? They couldn't remember, not for the life of them, they all just decided to call Brian Epstein, their manager, in the morning, after they all got some rest.

Once they got to room 303, they all where standing about the room , listening to Dr. Hanes ramble on about stupidly pointless things such as applesauce. After this, Dr. Hanes left the four band members with their thoughts and an unconscious girl.

After about a half hour, John was the first to speak. 

"I think, until she get her memory back, she should stay at Paul's house." He declared.

"Why my house?" Paul asked confused.

"Well, you have a step-mother to look after her, and Ruth is about six now, so she'd have someone around the age she thinks she is, so it all works out." John answered in a matter of fact tone. George and Ringo nodded their agreement as Paul pondered on the idea for a moment.

"Do it, do it!" John said in a low creepy voice in Paul's ear.

"Alright, alright, she can stay with me." Paul decided while shooing John away. John backed off and grinned in an accomplished manner.

The night trudged on into the wee hours of the morning, and by this time the four exhausted Beatles had fallen asleep in the hospital chairs of the mysterious bird's room.