Things we said today (completed)

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     "What's on your mind?" George asked, and I looked at him longingly. I wished he was the only one on my mind.
     "Nothing," I said, snapping out of it. We admired the rest of the art, and and then left, hand in hand.
     When we got back, the phone rang and I picked it up.
     "Beatles residence," I said as if I was a secretary, and Brian's voice rang through my ears.
     "Where were you guys?! We've been phoning for an hour! We're all at the hospital. Paul's been hurt," he said, and I let the phone fall from my hand. George looked at me with concern, and my knees buckled. He caught me, and asked me what happened.
    "That was brian, Paul's been hurt. We need to get to the hospital," I said, and George walked me to the car. I don't remember getting in, or buckling up, or being driven there. It's like suddenly I was just in Paul's hospital room.
     "Paul! I was so worried! What happened?!" I asked, and he weakly smiled.
     "I'm okay, I just fell off of the ladder," he said, and I exhaled, not even realizing I had been holding my breath.
    "Yeah, I found him lying on the floor unconscious and we rushed him here. He just woke up about twenty minutes ago," john said, and it was the first time I broke eye contact with Paul since I'd entered the room. John was smiling, as if he was enjoying watching me suffer from my heart being pulled in two different directions.
     "Boys, let's go get lunch. Lizzie can stay with Paul for a bit. Right Liz?" John asked, and I nodded. George looked unsure if he could leave me or not, but I gave him a reassuring look.
    "Excuse me ma'am, but I'll need you to step- Lizzie?" A voice behind me said, and I turned around. There stood Shirley looking at me with wide eyes.
"Hey, Shirley. I forgot you were a nurse..." I said awkwardly, but she was still amazed.
"You with Paul McCartney? Are you with Paul McCartney?!" She asked, gasping, and I shook my head. Paul blushed in the hospital bed.
"I'm with... someone else now," I said, not wanting to dive into my personal business too much.
"Now?! You mean you used to be with Paul McCartney?!" She asked, unsure of wether to believe me or not, and it felt strange talking about him like he wasn't there while he listened in on our conversation.
"You don't even like the Beatles!" She protested, and I grinned, shrugging my shoulders.
"Life is crazy, Shirley. I'm really sorry I never called you after our fight by the way, I've been busy," I explained coyly, and she motioned to Paul.
"With Paul McCartney!" She whispered hysterically, and he laughed. She blushed and waved, and he just watched on, waving back.
I explained the whole story, and she seemed more dumbfounded at the fact that I had been with a beatle more than meeting the Beatles altogether.
When George walked in, he kissed me on the head, "I missed you, doll," he said, and I swear Shirley's eyes almost popped out of her head.
    "You gave up dating Paul McCartney to date George Harrison?!" She said, and George looked at her strangely. There were no more seats, so I got up and let George sit and I sat on his lap.
    "It's complicated, we'll discuss it later," I said sternly, and she nodded. George's hands suddenly started moving up my dress, and I gasped.
    "George Harrison! Keep your wandering hands to yourself!" I yelled, and he moved his hands and blushed. John smirked at me, and Paul just twisted his thumbs. Shirley laughed, but still looked like she was in disbelief.
    I looked away from George, and saw Paul looking at me from the corner from my eye. It made me feel sick to be flaunting my relationship in front of him like this. I knew that there was still a lot unsaid, and I planned on changing that.