Be Happy, Baby [Slash]

Be Happy, Baby [slash] Ch. 7

Welcome to chapter 7. Come one, come all! 

This chapter falls under the PG-13 criteria, so no need for restricted at the moment.The next chapter, on the other hand... chuckle, chuckle. That will be going in the restriced section, oh yes.

The scene on the plane was slightly inspired by the picture to the side. And the song mentioned in this chapter is on the side as well, for your listening pleasure.

Enjoy this chapter! Leave any thoughts in the comments, vote, become a fan. All that good stuff :)

Disclaimer! I don't own any of the Beatles or their songs. This is merely fiction written by a fan.

CHAPITRE SEPT

“…should be able to leave in a day or two.” The shifty looking doctor told him as he removed the cast from John’s nose. Luckily, it had been a clean break so he had only needed to wear it the cast for about two weeks. Once he was finished, the doctor handed him a little mirror to look at his face. John inspected his nose and found that it still looked about the same, just with a purple bruise on the right side near his eye.

“Now you may experience random nosebleeds, but don’t worry it’s normal. This could be caused by extreme stress or anxiety, or just bumping it too hard…” John just tried to tune him out as he continued to look at himself in the mirror, unsatisfied with what he was seeing. He was pale and sickly looking, with those same grey bags under his eyes. Sleep for two weeks straight, and you still look exhausted, John thought bitterly.

“..Mr. Lennon?”

John blinked and looked at him. “Huh?”

“I said do you have any questions?”

“No.” John set the mirror on the bedside table and looked back down at his hands, wanting him to leave. For some reason doctors and hospitals made him feel anxious and uncomfortable.

The doctor smiled at him and started to walk towards the door. “Oh, I believe you have some visitors.”

John’s stomach fluttered excitedly before he looked up in time to see Brian creep into the room. “Hello John.” His manager smiled softly.

The rhythm guitarist only nodded, his excitement fizzling down. “Where’re the others?” John really wanted to ask where a certain bassist was, but he held his tongue.

Brian wrung his hands nervously. “Uh, they’re in the canteen.”

“Oh. Well why don’t you go an’ get ‘em then?”

The manager looked at John sadly. “Well, you see… they’re very tired.. and um, they don’t really want to… walk over here.”

John furrowed his brows, clearly not amused. “Just go an’ get ‘em, Eppy.” He said quietly.

Brian sighed before nodding and walking from the room.

**

“We already told you no Brian.” Paul said calmly. “Just tell him we’re not here.”

“But boys, he wants to see you. I don’t understand why you all-“

“Brian! Just tell him we don’t wanna see him if ya have to.” George suddenly barked, glaring up at him over his donut.

The manager smoothed out his jacket nervously. “Come on now, be reasonable. I can see that you’re all mad at him for some reason but

he needs you. You’re the Beatles, not the… Threetles. Just go and sit with him for a while.”