Without You (MCLENNON)

Chapter 7

A/N: ik ik i'm a terrible person okay this is a day late but i love you all! enjoy chapter seven friends :)

{PAUL'S POV}

Hamburg was going great. The atmosphere took some getting used to, but it was a hell of an experience.

We had gigs at the club nearly every night, and when we didn't, we were at the club, watching the other bands. Life was simple.

"That set was gear! Nice job lads!" George exclaimed, clapping me on the shoulder.

"Yeah tonight was great!" John agreed. "I'm going outside for a sec. I need a smoke."

"Alright Lennon." Stuart answered.

"Hey Georgie, wanna go back to the room? I'm bloody tired." I complained to George.

"Yeah, sure Paulie lets go." Geo replied.

"Tell Johnny where we at, yeah?" I asked whilst turning to face Stuart.

"Mhm yeah." He answered blandly.

Geo and I got back to the room, and crashed. I missed John's presence, and the way we secretly hold hands under the sheets. It took awhile without him, but I eventually found sleep.

{JOHN'S POV}

The gig went extremely well, and Paul's singing was especially perfect. I hadn't had a ciggie in awhile though, and my body was begging for one. As soon as I got outside, I lit one up. I took a nice, long drag, and felt at peace. I was sincerely happy, and I haven't felt that good since before Julia died. Paul was amazing, and I didn't deserve him. And he loved me.

I was alone in the dark, the only light coming from a street lantern.

I was out there for about 10 minutes, and had gone through 2 cigarettes. I was about to light my third when I saw someone across the way. I was trying to make out their face, when I felt a hard, sharp pain. I collapsed immediately, and clutched my forehead where I had been hit.

"HEY! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU BASTARD!" I vaguely heard a familiar voice yell.

"Stu?" I managed to say.

"John! Are you o-"

And the world went black.

{PAUL'S POV}

I dreamed about John. He's so perfect. He's kind, he's handsome, he can sing, and lastly, he loves me.

The dream world was nice, and filled with images of John Winston Lennon.

Then the door slammed open.

"PAUL!" Stuart yelled. "WAKE UP!"

"Sod off, Stu. I'm trying to sleep." I yawned.

"MCCARTNEY! IT'S JOHN! HE'S HURT!" Stuart shouted again, and this time he got my attention.

I couldn't think straight. The world became blurry.

"What's happening?" George sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"John is hurt. He is on his way to the hospital. WAKE UP." Stu was angry, and I could tell he was worried sick.

Me, on the other hand, I couldn't think.

He's hurt.

It's all my fault. I left him.

He's hurt.

"I need to get to him." Those six words were all I managed to get my vocal chords to say.

We caught the next bus to the hospital, and the ride seemed to take forever. Things were moving so fast around me, but my mind was in slow motion.

He's hurt.

It's all my fault.

He's hurt.

Stuart explained what happened to George and I, but I barely heard any of his words.

I only made out the words attacked, unconscious, and brick.

Brick.

After long last, we arrived at the local hospital. Of course, nobody spoke English, and all signs were in German. It took us about half an hour to find John's room.

"Are you the victim's family?" A doctor asked as we walked towards the door.

Victim.

"No, sir, we are his best mates. All of his family is in England." Stu explained cautiously.

"Oh, well then I can't release too much information, but he's stable. Still unconscious, but stable. He has a 50/50 chance of survival, but is only getting better." The doctor started. "You can go in and visit, one at a time." And with that he left.

"G'head Paul." Stu offered.

"T-Thanks." I stuttered in appreciation.

I walked into the sterile room and braced myself.

"John...Oh, Johnny." I rushed over to his side and knelt down beside his bed.

There were wires connected to his head and arms, and his bare chest had all kinds of machinery hooked up to it. There was a stitched up wound that looked to be about six inches long obscuring his beautiful forehead.

I picked up one of his hands, and kissed it over and over again, until I was sobbing.

You're such a baby McCartney. He will survive. And your here crying like the weak little baby you are. I shook those thoughts out of my head and pulled myself together.

"I love you John. So don't you dare leave me now." I spoke to the unaware being in front of me.

I placed John's hand back on his bed and walked out of the room. I had to let Stu and Geo see him, although I wanted to be by his side until the moment he opened his beautiful eyes again.

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A/N: hey! hope y'all are enjoying this!

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-xoxo emily :)