The Beatles Through History

Chapter 22

Paul's Narrate

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I crawlled as fast as i could over to Jane. What happened to her? I was just about to touch her when my dad yelled at me.

"Paul! No. Don't touch." He pointed a finger at me, and picked me up.

John looked at Jane then at me. I gave him a sad face, and tried to tell him to help her. He got my message.

"Im going to bring her to the couch." John said, my dad nodded.

John picked Jane up, her body was limp. He carried her over to the couch and laid her down.

"Ill get some water. One minute." My dad placed me in his chair and left for the kitchen.

"Jane? Jane, can you hear me?" John touched her face. I didn't quite like him getting that close with her. So i whined to get the message over to him to stop.

"Sorry Paulie, but when your in this state you cant tell me to bug off her." He grinned.

I hit the chair and slumped down. I heard a moan and saw Jane stir.  Her eyes flickered and she opened them slitely.

"J-john?" She whispered then let out a gasp.

"Sh. Im here. So is Paul."

"Paul? Is he okay?" She breathed heavily.

"He's safe and well."

"G-good." She began to close her eyes.

"Jane! Don't go out on me!" John shook her slightly.

I managed to get off the seat and crawled over to the couch. John helped me up.

"Try to learn to walk some time, huh Paul?" John rolled his eyes. I nodded and sat on his lap and watched Jane. Dad came back with some water.

"She woke up. But then went to sleep."

"John, you need to keep her awake! Im going to get a doctor to see if she will be alright. Don't make her move."

"Yes, sir!" He nodded.

"Whats wrong daddy?" Mike asked.

"A girl just is injured. Ill be back." He hurried out.

"Will she be alright?" Mike asked.

"I hope so." John looked deep in thought. "Mike why don't you go, um, do something."

"Want me to take Paul?"

"No, i need to watch him. You can go."

"Okay." Mike went upstairs.

Jane mouthed something and flickered her eyes open.

"I didn't just have a..."

"No you didn't, this is Paul. Your not in the 60s anymore Jane." John said quickly.

"Im what?"

"Your in the 40s."

"But im not born yet, if Paul is just a baby." Jane mumbled.

"Thats whats strange."

"Oh." She moaned. "Paulie, come here." She whispered and held a limp arm out to me.

I crawled next to her. Glad i could be by her again. 

"Then, where am i?" Jane asked.

"At Paul's house."

"Oh. Did i hear some one else earlier?"

"His dad and his brother."

"But his brother-"