"Wha- PAUL!" John immediately kneeled down next to the lifeless form.
The shooter had fled, and the person who had collapsed onto the cold outdoor concrete was Paul. He had jumped in front of John the moment he saw the gun.
"HELP!" John yelled. "You are not going to leave me now. You hear me? Paul you are not leaving me. Stay with me you daft git I fucking need you."
Ringo ran out the door. "John? What happened? We heard a cracking sound...Where's Paul?"
"He was shot, Ringo! Hurry up and get some damn help!" The guitarist was struggling to keep back a sob. Tears were running down his cheeks and he was holding the wounded boy in his lap.
"Bloody hell." Ringo slammed open the heavy door and yelled, "BRIAN GET HELP. PAUL'S BEEN SHOT."
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George was pacing, Brian and Ringo were speaking to the doctor, and John was sitting in those uncomfortable waiting room chairs, trying the hardest he's ever tried not to breakdown and start sobbing. Paul had been shot in the chest, with the bullet going clean out his back.
He could die.
It's all my bloody fault.
Why the hell didn't I get fucking shot instead of him?
John would not let his mind go that far, but without much luck. He kept trying to convince himself that the damn doctor would walk out of that damn room and tell them that he was going to be completely damn fine.
After several hours the convincing turned more into hoping.
Then the hoping turned into grasping at thoughts of Paul being okay.
The grasping soon changed into hopelessness and despair.
"Mr. Epstein? You're here for a Mr. McCartney, yes?" A young doctor asked shyly.
"Oh, yes. Can you give us any information? We haven't been told anything."
"Mr. McCartney is out of surgery and stable for now. He is currently connected to several machines helping his breathing, heart, and blood flow, but is stable." Her voice was thick with a London accent. "We are not positive of survival, it's about a sixty-forty chance right now. You lads can go visit him."
"Thank you, so much." John sincerely said, and quietly walked towards his love's room.
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N/A: ....im sorry y'all.... dont hurt me
ALSO I KNOW THIS IS A BAJILLION WEEKS LATE I AM SO SO SO SORRY
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Without You (MCLENNON)
Fiksi PenggemarMclennon, Mclennon, Mclennon. :) When Paul is forced to leave his home, he moves in with John. Paul and John have a wonderful friendship filled with laughter, smiles, and music. They both tell themselves that their just friends, but are they?
