Without You (MCLENNON)

Chapter 8

{PAUL'S POV}

I went to visit John again the next day.

And the next.

And finally, something new happened.

"Mr. McCartney?" A young nurse appeared at my side. "Your John Lennon's respective family, correct?"

"Y-Yes I am. Is he alright?" I immediately got worried.

Had something happened?

Was he okay?

Was John, my John alright?

"Yes, dear, he woke up earlier this morning."

I nearly broke down in tears. Happy ones, of course, but still tears. "Can I see 'im?" I asked, trying to contain my relief.

"Yes of course. Follow me."

I was led to John's room, and practically ran in.

"John! You're okay! You're okay." I knelt down at the side of his hospital bed.

"Paulie. You're here." John winced.

"Don't strain yourself baby." I reassured while lacing our fingers together.

I watched gratefully as John nodded and relaxed against his pillow.

"Get some rest Johnny."

John's eyes slowly fluttered closed as he fell into sleep.

I was so thankful that John was okay.

All I wanted was to see the person who nearly killed John behind bars.

I sat at John's bedside for a few hours watching his perfect sleeping form. Several doctors came in and out either checking on him or giving me information. Eventually I decided to go back to the club to talk to Geo and Stuart.

"Paul! How is 'e? George questioned as I opened the door to our shared room.

"He woke up!" I explained what the doctors told me, and George and Stu were more than pleased to hear of John's wellbeing.

{JOHN'S POV}

The sight of the overwhelmingly white and sterile room was slowly driving me crazy.

I missed Paul.

I missed his gorgeous eyes that I could get lost in for hours.

I missed his touch, and the way he held me so tight.

I missed his sweet and perfect voice, that made me feel oh-so safe.

"Good morning John! You'll be pleased to know that we can send you home tomorrow afternoon." A male doctor walked into the room, and was quickly jotting notes down on a clipboard.

"Gear! Thank you Doc." I replied enthusiastically. It didn't hurt hardly as much as it had to talk yesterday.

The hospital was slightly outside of Hamburg, in a neighboring city. I already knew I wouldn't be able to perform for at least a week, and knowing Paul he wouldn't let me.

"Hiya Johnny!" Stuart bounced into the room, followed by George.

"Hey lads! Nice t' see ya! Paul with ye'?" I looked past Geo, trying to see if Paul was coming in after.

"Yeah, yeah. He had to show the nurse some ID or something.." George trailed off.

"Oh, ok!" I got to see my Macca.

"How ye' doing Johnny Boy?" Stu grinned.

"Well, I did get a brick t' the head." I replied cheekily.

"Yes, you did! And that is the exact reason why you need rest." Paul appeared in the doorway and walked over to my side.

"Macca!" For a moment, I forgot that there were other people in the room. All I could think about was his beautiful face.

Paul, Stu, and George stayed with me for the rest of the afternoon, then left after Paul persuaded me to get rest.

Oh, how special he was.

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A/N: HEY FRIENDS!

sooo, this was a filler. a major filler. whoops! but i'm trying to make up for it by uploading 2 chapters today. so y'all are getting chapter 9 soon.

peace and love! :)