Love isn't bad.

Chapter 20

Paul's Pov
I glanced my eyes open to see where I was. But whoa. Where am I? Why do I feel so bad? Most importantly, where is John?
John was sitting in the waiting room outside of Paul's door. Anxious and nervous. Pacing back and forth. He rushed over to the doctor. Mike had been there that morning to be there for Paul but had to go to school. "Doc. Can you check on Paul?" The doctor looked from talking to the other doctors. "I did 20 minutes ago, Mr. Lennon. He is still asleep." John worried. "Can I just speak to him?" The doctor nodded. "Make it fast." John nodded and rushed over into Paul's room, trying to be quiet as he shut the door back behind him. He looked at Paul for the first time since he had been at the store. He noticed Paul's eyes being open. "Hey there, princess." Paul tried forming a smile but not looking as a smile exactly. "How are you feeling?" Paul shrugged. "Not very pleasant." Paul's voice sound so cracked. John hated seeing Paul this way. He hated Bill. So much. He was going to make sure that this would never happen to Paul. Ever again! "I am so sorry, princess. But even in a hospital bed, you still look so damn hot." Paul chuckled. "Thank you John." John could tell Paul wasn't all that talkative like he usually is but he totally understood. "Do you want to rest, princess?" Paul nodded. "Okay, love. But just know that I'm not leaving your side. No matter what, I'll be right here beside you in this chair." John scooted it from the across the room over to beside of the bed Paul was lying in. "Now you just get some sleep and I'll be right here watching over and making sure nothing bad happens to you." Paul nodded before John got up and kissed Paul on his forehead. ~a couple hours later~ John was still lying in his position in his chair but woke up to see Paul awake and eating. John rubbed his eyes. "Hey princess. Did you rest for long? I'm glad to see that you're eating! Don't want ye to be as skinny as a stick, eh?" Paul nodded. "I'm feeling better." Paul replied. The doctor came in with a clipboard. "Well, Mr. McCartney and Mr. Lennon. It looks like Paul was be released by tomorrow. He has improved so much over this course of time. I honestly didn't think he would've survived by the looks of it but Paul, you're doing just fine!" John jumped up. "Oh thank you, doc! Thank you so so much for helping out Paul. We couldn't have done it without you!" The doc nodded. "Oh you're welcome, son. That's what we are here for." John smiled and then looked at Paul. "You're so strong, princess. You look so good! I'm so proud of you! Don't worry. You'll be so protected from now on. I should've been more protective before but now I'm actually going fully extreme." Paul smiled. "Thank you so much John. And thank you for being here for me. I love you so much." John grinned also. "No need for thanking me. This is my job. My job to look over you when you need me the most and make sure that you're okay at all times." John hated looking at the sore black eye that Bill had left for him. It bugged him so bad seeing his princess this way. He could tell that Paul was sore all over. "I need to use the bathroom." John looked up. "Okay princess. I'll help you." He rushed over to the other side of the bed and helped Paul up. Paul's legs were shaking as John noticed right away. "Don't be nervous, babe. Everything is okay." Paul tried to walk but he was so sore. His stomach was so sore from the punching and his legs were too! Paul was walking when John when he almost fell to the ground but John caught him before he did. "Don't worry, love. I got you. We are almost there. You're doing so good." Paul began walking again. Paul arrived to the bathroom as John stood by while he used it. Paul not being able to walk to the bathroom by himself right now frightened John. In every way. He wanted Paul to be perfectly fine. But bill. That damn bloke, Bill! He ruined everything. John knew that Bill would get what's coming to him. John heard the cue of Paul being done by the toilet flushing and rushed over to Paul. Paul was walking better and better as he did more. John knew he could return to normal if he kept pushing for it. He knew how strong Paul was. "John." "Yes princess?" "I love you so fucking much." "I love you so fucking much too princess." Paul laid his head back onto the pillow showing the marks on his neck. John looked Over to the tele and looked back at Paul. He got closer to him and held his hand. "I wanna hold your hand. I wanna hold your hand. Oh please, say to me. You'll let me be your man. And please. Say to me. You'll let me hold your hand. Oh let me hold your hand. Oh let me hold your hand." John sang the lyrics softly to Paul as Paul smiled with both his eyes and his lips. "John, your voice is so nice." John smiled. "Yours is too, my love. So so nice like an angel sent from above. Sometimes I even question if you are actually an angel from above. You know that? I wouldn't be one but it surprised if that was in fact true. And oh! I'll be right back!" John rushed over by the window to get some flowers that Paul hadn't noticed before. John walked over to Paul and handed them to him. "For you, my love." Paul smelled them. Real flowers. Real as can be. "I love them just as I love you, Johnny!" John kissed Paul's hand and looked up. "Just as I love you too, princess."