I Wanna Be Your Man

Chapter 6

John woke up and immediately started screaming. He heard a noise to the right of him and swung his fist hard.

"Aaah!' Yelped Ringo. He clutched his stomach and fell on his side. "Are you bloody mad?!"

John couldn't help smirking. "Oh, sorry, Ringo." He looked around to see he back was on the couch in Paul's house. He suddenly remembered what had happened.

"Where's George? Is he okay? Where is he?!" He yelled.

Ringo slowly got up, still clutching his stomach. "Um, we don't... know yet." He said with a painful look in his eyes. John wasn't sure if it was from the punch or not.

Paul suddenly came in from the hallway. He smiled. "Oh! You're awake! Well, I just got off the phone with the hospital, they say he's going to be fine. Nothing a few stitches can't fix." He stopped smiling. "Although, there is something wrong with him. He won't speak or move. The doctors say he can, but he's just choosing not to."

John sighed. "Thank God. Well, not really." He looked towards Paul. "More like, thank the doctors."

Paul laughed. He walked towards John and kneeled down. He laid his hand on the back of John's head. John tensed up.

"We were mad at those cops when they brought you here. We asked what happened that caused you to get knocked out, and then when they told us what they did, Ringo nearly jumped on one."

Paul and John looked towards Ringo and smiled. Ringo started blushing.

"Sorry." Ringo said sheepishly. "I was really mad at the time."

"Anyway, we lied you down on the couch, and asked them if George was fine." Paul said. "They weren't sure. You weren't out for that long. A half hour maybe."

"Oh, good." Muttered John. "Stupid cops, hitting me in the back of the head, I'll show them. Next time I see em, whack! Right in the arse!"

Paul giggled, and took his hand off the back of John's head.

"There's a pretty bad bump." He said sadly. "It might take a long time to stop hurting."

"Whatever." John yawned. "I barely feel it."

Paul smiled at him. "Of course you don't. Johnny, my little toughie!" Paul joked.

John started blushing and quickly hid it. "Yeah." They stared at each other for a while.

There was a few seconds of silence, and then Ringo coughed to break up the awkwardness. Paul turned around.

"Should we visit him?" Asked Ringo.

"Sure, let's go." Piped Paul cheerfully. "Hopefully, they'll let us in."

Paul took his car and drove them to the nearest hospital. They went into the building to see that it wasn't that crowded. No crazy girls to rush them.

They went up to see George, and the doctor let them in.

They all stood and watched George. He was lying in a bed, sleeping. His face was now less pale, and he looked very relaxed. His cheek looked like it hadn't been worked on yet. There was a giant bandage on the long cut on his face.

The doctor spoke from behind them and made them all jump.

"We don't think there's any need for stitches. He just has to make sure ts covered to ensure no further damage is done, and he should be healed in no time. There will definitely be a scar, though."

The boys nodded and turned back to George.

He started talking again. "We think he feels so terrible because of slight trauma. He must have been terribly afraid of what was happening in that basement. He won't talk at all, but he keeps opening his eyes every now and then, and looking around. We told him that he was safe, but he looked rather paranoid whenever someone came near him."

Paul frowned. Ringo muttered "Poor Georgie."

"C'mon, we should go. Well, actually, I gotta use the loo quick." John said as they exited the room. He ran to the closest bathroom.

When he came out, Ringo was waiting for him.

"Where's Paul?" Asked John, confused.

Ringo rolled his eyes. He pointed towards a room that had giggles coming from it.

"With a nurse he just met. Having fun in there." He grumbled.

"I was in the bathroom for a minute!" John yelled in disbelief. He knocked on the door. "A few minutes, please! I'm waking up! Don't come in!" Yelled Paul in a terribly disguised old man voice.

John huffed, and turned to Ringo. He grinned mischeviously, and walked off somewhere.

After a minute of Ringo standing around waiting and being confused, he heard a voice come over the intercom.

"Room 301 needs to be cleared out immediately." An old lady's voice said politely. "A corpse is being brought in in exactly 30 seconds, repeat, please clear out room 301."

After a few seconds, Paul and the nurse came out of the room. Paul and Ringo headed back out of the building and back to Paul's car.

"Is John still in the bathroom?" Paul asked.

"Um, no, he-"

John opened the door and hopped in.
"Sorry about that fellas, monster crap!" He smiled.

Puzzlement came across Ringo's face. Paul starting driving out of the parking lot. John was smirking to himself, as Paul huffed and puffed to them about what had happened between him and the girl, and what had rudely interrupted them.

"A corpse! I mean, why would there even be- Can you believe it?!"

"No. No, I can't!" John responded with a fake tone of utter disbelief.

Ringo stared at John in confusion for a few seconds, and then a grin broke out across his face. He knew what John was up to.