Saving John Lennon

Chapter 8

The next morning, Paul was the first one up and he had already gotten dressed. He was patient to wait for the others to wake up even though it was so hard for him to not run out of the room and straight to the hospital. He just kept his mind occupied. Then, the phone rang waking Katy and George.

Paul was the first one to run over to it and he picked it up.

"Yeah?"

"Mr. McCartney?"

"Yeah?"

"This is Doctor Livingston. I treated Mr. Lennon."

"What's happened?"

"Nothing happened. He's fine. Actually, he awoke a few minutes ago and he's asking for you."

Paul let out a loud sigh as he lowered his head in relief with a smile across his face. "Alright. I'll be there shortly."

After hanging up the phone, he turned around only to find two pairs of eyes looking anxiously at him.

"So? What did the doctor say Paul?"

"John's awake and talking. I'm headed down there. Care to join me?"

"Yeah!" George said excitedly as he jumped up from the bed he and Paul shared.

It hadn't even been 10 minutes later when they were all ready to go and headed out the door. Once at the hospital, they all practically ran inside, Paul being in the front of them all.

Dr. Livingston saw them sprinting inside and he approached them calmly. "You got here fast. Anyways, we hadn't expected him to wake up this soon. You have one lucky man there."

"Yeah." Paul smiled as he agreed with the doctor. "So, can we see him?"

"Of course. Now, he's still very weak so I suggest that you don't push him to the limit. He needs alot of rest, so be sure to not stay too long."

The doctor had showed them to the ICU and to John's room. Then, he added: "Mr. McCartney, since he was asking for you, you can go ahead and see him. There should be one person at a time to see him."

George nodded allowing Paul to enter.

When Paul entered the room, John was connected to several different machines. He really didn't look too good. His face had lost alot of color.

John just stared out the window, not even realizing Paul had walked in. Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned his head so fast he got himself dizzy and slowly put his hand up to his head as he shut his eyes hoping the world would stop spinning.

Paul chuckled a bit. "Sorry mate. Didn't mean to scare ye."

John kept his eyes shut as he opened his mouth to speak. "Its fine." His voice was low and barely audible.

"So, how ye feeling mate?"

John tried not to breathe too deeply. "Oh, ye know. Just peachy as usual. All except I can't walk around as much as I want to."

"Well, yer stuck here for the next few weeks unless the doctor says otherwise."

"What happened anyways? Why am I here?"

"Ye were shot 4 times. We weren't sure if ye would survive the attack."

"Oh." He paused. "Really?"

"Yeah. George told me that Katy saved yer life."

"Katy's here?"

"Yeah. She's outside the door.

"Ye know, she warned me this would happen. But me stubborn self wouldn't talk to me manager about letting me have the day off."