"C-Calm down... lads.." Paul muttered weakly as the other 3 marched around the room pampering Paul. Though it was nice, Paul could do some things himself. Or so he thought he could.
"Need some more water, hm?" Ringo asked as he lifted Paul's empty glass off the table beside the bed. Paul glanced over at Ringo, and let out a cough while shaking his head No.
"'e needs somethin' warm! LIKE TEA!" John ordered, showing his fatherly side. After his wife Cynthia gave birth to his son Julian, John has been more careful and cautious about everything.
"W-W-... 'm fine, really..." Paul croaked. Ugh, he really did feel terrible. Icky. Bleh.
"I got the thermometer!" George announced as he came in from the bathroom. In his hand he help a white thermometer which gleamed. Paul let out a grunt and tried to sit up, but Ringo gently pushed him back down. Ringo muttered something to Paul, which Paul rolled his eyes at.
John grabbed the thermometer from George's hand and he shoved it into Paul's mouth. Paul let out a small moan as the thermometer reached Paul's temp.
The thermometer stopped at 104.0! Pretty high. John let out a soft sigh.
"Lad, ye are sick. Sick as hell. No need for ye to go anywhere until ye are rested up and better!!"
"B-Bu' John..! Wha' about the fans, mate..?" Paul croaked as he tried to sit up again, but his stomach did a summersault and he fell back into laying position. He felt as if he were about to throw up, and he did just that. Luckily, in the trashcan!
John let out a light chuckle. "Screw the fans for now, boy! Ye' think yer goin' out there vomitin'?"
Paul was silent as he gently ran his hand around his stomach. He's never missed a performance before.
"Just rest, Paulie.." George cooed as he gently patted Paul on the head. Paul rolled his eyes a bit.
"'m not a baby..." Paul muttered.
"Ye' look like it." John joked as he then left the room.
