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Chapter 2

It had been a few days and George was still often having morning sickness. Every time he felt queasy he did his best to hide it from Ringo, who by now was sick with worry himself.

They were sprawled out on the hotel bed that they shared, semi-pajama-clad. George playfully caressed Ringo's thigh as the drummer dug his face into the crook of his neck. That nose of his was ticklish! George burst into a bout of laughter, and when Ringo caught on he began to whisk his snout around like a hound over George's half-clothed body.

"Get off me you mutt!" He shouted through giggles. When Ringo refused to let up, George made an advance and flung himself over the other Beatle, pinning him down.

"Ha I've got you now- ow!" Before George could finish his sentence he flinched backwards, clutching his stomach. His cheeks paled and he began to shake again, but pulled himself out of a vulnerable position in hopes of appearing less agitated than he was.

"It can't have been food poisoning at this rate, Geo!" he exclaimed. "Please, just have yourself checked out at the clinic. I can drive you there now." George grimaced.

"Ringo no, I'm not going to have some doctor tell me what I already know. I'm just a little achy and that's that." Ringo, desperate to change George's mind, made huge teary puppy eyes that looked so real he couldn't tell if the drummer was actually crying or not.

"Stop that! Puppy dog eyes won't get me anywhere."

"Than what will?!" Ringo whined, refusing to back down. George sighed heavily, placing an arm on his knee.

"I'll tell you what, if I'm still throwing up in three days than take me. Otherwise I'm not going anywhere." Ringo seemed unsatisfied by George's deal, but agreed to it reluctantly. His stubborn love was always shy about getting advice or help with things; he was too independent for his own good.

Bloody hell, George thought to himself, I better get my act together by Friday.