Chapter 23
The first thing I noticed when I entered John's room was that there were four paramedics in there. None of them looked very pleased, so now I was terrified. Was John even alive anymore? And, if he was, was he conscious? So many questions were rolling through my mind that I could hardly stand it. I rushed over to his side, but one of the paramedics pushed me back. There was a stern expression plastered on his face. Then, he turned back to study John.
My eyes were wide with fear. Nearly clinging to the man's shirt, I choked out, "What's wrong with him? Is he going to be o-okay?" Suddenly, I had violent hiccups. My insides were in knots, and my hands were shaking. I just wanted things to be the way they were before I kissed John. Paul and I were supposed to be enjoying our honeymoon right now; we were supposed to be celebrating the fact that we were going to have a boy! But none of that was happening now.
As I continued to stare at John, I noticed that his heart rate was back to normal. The color was returning to his cheeks, and his eyelids fluttered slightly. For the millionth time since I'd met the Beatles, my heart was ready to hop out of my chest and run away. The men standing around his bed exchanged confident looks, patted me on the back, and then paraded out of the room. That left just me and him, the way it should've been in the first place.
I kneeled by his bed, taking his hand in mine. His eyes threatened to open, but I doubted that he had the strength to lift his lids. Using my right hand, I cupped my fingers around his chin. "You're not going to die, John," I murmured in his ear, stroking his chin soothingly. After that, my self control flew out the window. "Do you hear me? You're going to be fine! So why don't you just open your eyes, you silly boy? Open your eyes!"
That's when his brown eyes flew open, staring at me like I was mad. My face felt hot, and I moved my eyes to the ground. He guffawed loudly, causing me to nearly tip over. Reaching down cautiously, he caressed my cheek, causing my face to become hotter. I wasn't exactly used to this new, gentle, sweet John Lennon. But honestly? I think I liked it! I smiled coyly when he cupped my chin the way that I had his. Why couldn't I have a brother like this? Not one that was in love with me, of course, just sweet and gentle. Like John.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. John motioned for whoever it was to come in, but I spun around violently, trying to get a glimpse at whoever it was. But whoever it was had their entire face covered by a massive amount of black hair. That's when I realized that it was probably just Yoko. Why wouldn't she come visit her husband, anyways? I was just afraid that she thought that I was the one who put him in this condition! Because I actually didn't!
Upon seeing her face, I knew for a fact that it was Yoko. And...a child? I glanced down at the kid, and then up at John. The resemblance was uncanny! However, his child also looked enough like Yoko that you could tell that she was the mother. I waved at him shyly, and he just stared at me in confusion. Yoko smiled half-heartedly at me, the way that she always did. I just shrugged it off. I didn't care for her anyway.
John cleared his throat and gestured toward the little boy. "Jo, this is my son, Sean." His voice was suddenly coated with sweetness. "Sean, this is Uncle Paul's wife, JoAnna, and a friend of Mummy and I." He winked at me, and I returned the grin. Yoko snuggled with John on his other side, obviously offended by the winking and smiling at each other. Wow, she didn't need to overreact. I was married to Paul, John's best friend, and she was married to John, Paul's best friend. I would never hurt them like that.
Sean sprinted over to me and extended his right hand. Giggling quietly, I shook his head lightly. He had a firm handshake; I was thoroughly impressed! After taking a moment to decide where he wanted to stand, he ran over to join Yoko. I see you went to the dark side, kid, I thought. Once the thought crossed my mind, I couldn't stop the echoes of it in my brain. Holding in a laugh wasn't as easy as you would think!
Then, I decided to tell John what I wanted to in the first place. I turned his head so that he was looking directly into my eyes. "John Lennon, you listen to me. What happened? It didn't mean anything. I was just upset; I probably would have done anything just to feel better! Oh, wipe that smirk off your face, Lennon." He was pouting now, since I was lecturing him. "Are you listening? I love you, but I'm not in love with you. You know the difference? You're like my best friend, alright? Nothing more, nothing less." I let out a sigh. "Sorry, John, but you needed to know that."
John, Yoko, and Sean all stared at me. Even George was gazing at me from the doorway. My face felt hot again, and tears welled up in my eyes. I gave John a quick hug, and then tore from the room. George followed behind me, humming the tune to Please Please Me. We ended up, once again, in Paul's room. He was still sleeping. I approached him quietly, as I didn't want to wake him, and brushed his hair back a bit. He felt like he had a fever, but I couldn't be sure.
He stirred a little, and I pulled my hand away from his hair. Suddenly, his eyes shot open, and he pulled my face down to his for a romantic kiss. When he let go of my head, I was so dizzy that I nearly fell over. George caught me under my arms, helping me stand. I turned my head slightly, so that my cheek was resting on his cheek. When I was able to stand on my own, I kissed Paul on the cheek and glanced at the clock. It read 12:40am.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Gotta go, Paulie. I love you!" I immediately headed for John's room. He was cradling Sean in his arms. It was so precious that I could have probably cried over it. I smiled. "Um.. George and I are gonna leave. Bye, John." He waved hesitantly, and then returned his attention to his son.
Once we were in Ringo's car (since we hadn't drove) I cried. And cried. And cried.
