The Beatles Through History

Chapter 7

John ran to Paul's side and felt his head. 

"Paul, Mike! Get your mum!" He said quickly. Both boys' eyes widened and they ran off to get her.

"Paul wants wrong?" 

"Me head really hurts..." He groaned, his breathing was becoming more steady, then his eyes shut peacefully into a sleep, he had fainted.

"Oh Paul!" John said and hoisted his friend over to the bed and laid him down. Paul opened his eyes again.

"Is me mum okay? She's still here?" He asked sleepily, and put his hand on John's arm.

"Sh." John said and stood up so that Mary, who came in just then, could look at Paul.

"Whats wrong?" Mary asked, feeling his forehead.

"Im feeling better, am i dead?"

John had to laugh a bit. Mary stared at him a bit shocked, Jim was a bit confused while the boys looked on unknowing what was going on, just knowing there was a stranger on the bed.

"No, darling. Your alive." Mary chuckled a bit.

"You sure? Not just trying to comfort me?" Paul mumbled the last words as he began to go back to sleep.

"We better go." MAry was a bit uneasy, as John could tell. The lot began to walk out, but Mary stopped as Paul grabbed her hand.

"Please don't leave me. Don't leave me!" A tear slipped down Paul's cheek. 

John rolled his eyes, He better not say anything, he doesn't even know what he's doing. Guess his mum's death really hurt him, well mine hurt me.

"Jim, if you don't mind..." Mary said.

"Just be careful okay honey?" He said and kissed her.

"Can you stay too?" Paul asked in his sleep.

"I have something to do. Come on boys." Jim said and led the youngsters outside the room and shut the door.

"He must of got hit harder then i thought." Mary laughed a little bit nervously.

"Don't be afraid, he lost his mum when he was 14, and he said that you remind him of her." John said.

"When did you get to talk to him?" Mary asked.

"Huh, when i was up here with Mike. I dropped by to check on him."

"Oh, im sorry." Mary looked down at Paul and smiled. "He looks a lot like my husband."

John wanted to say why but reframed from doing so. He sat in a chair that was in the corner, and thought. What was going on back at the hotel? What was going on back at the studio? Had Brian or George Martin even found that big hole that was viewable? What was wrong with this?

Question flew through his head over and over again. He didn't understand it.

"Can i use your phone?"

"Yes, i better get my boys in bed." Mary said slipping her hand out of Paul's grip and left the room, poor girl, bit scared how Paul acted.

I went downstairs and picked up the phone. All four McCartney's went upstairs to say good night to the little boys. John dialed the hotel room.

"Hello?"

"Huh, this is Carter?"

"Yeah! Hey John! Where were you?"

"At Paul's house. Im confused."

"Why?" 

"Well remember how i told you we are from the 60s?"