Nis Gerpm

Chapter 4

 Dr. Robert was the doctor for all four Beatles, having a great amount of skill in his job and also contractually obligated to keeping all of their health information classified. Nonetheless, George felt embarrassed when the doctor began to ask questions.

"So you've been vomiting now over a week. How often would you say this occured?"

"Maybe twice," George lied. It was more closer to 5 or 6 times, but Dr. Robert didn't need to know the specifics.

"Are you feeling unwell for any other reasons?"
"Yeah," George said with a cool tone, "Nausea and shivering. All the symptoms come on and off in waves."

"I see," the doctor responded. "You may be feeling the effects of a prolonged cold of some kind... Though the symptoms do not all add up. If you'd let me, I'd like to run over a few basic tests." George reluctantly agreed to Dr. Robert and did the usual. The medic examined his mouth, eyes, and reaction time, which all seemed normal.

"Is there a place in particular where you are experiencing pain or uncomfort?" George considered whether he should answer or not, but eventually gave in to a nagging observation.

"Yeah... I feel kind of weird in my stomach, or around that area. And my shoulders hurt a bit." He added on the last bit- which was true, since lugging a guitar around was tough on his shoulders- so that he could play things causally.

"I see." Dr. Robert wrote this down before responding "I'd like to feel around those areas for anything abnormal." George replied with a mumbled,

"Fine." The doctor checked his shoulders, lightly massaging them, before slowly feeling down his arms and too his hands. George shivered, not at all enjoying the touch of a stranger. He did the same with George's neck and back, flanks, and abdomen. He paused there, and his face melted into confusion. All George could do was hold himself back from slapping the doctors' hands away as he gently prodded just below his belly.

"Something wrong, doc?" George asked with a voice slightly raised after a few seconds, patience ebbing to the point where he was almost ready to stand up and exit the room. Dr. Robert stood back with a perplexed face, dared to feel George's belly one more time, and jotted something down.

"George, bear with me, but I'd like you to have an ultrasound." George looked dumbfounded.

"You want me to what?" The doctor sighed and began to gather a few tools.

"I want to conduct an ultrasound. The method used to look into somebody's abdominal organs; you may have seen it used before to check a pregnant woman's progress." He turned on a monitor and headed towards George with a cart of medical tools.

"You're going to test if I'm pregnant?" George almost choked on his laughter. He waited for the doctor to correct him. Dr. Robert seemed not at all amused; the look he gave George needed no words.

"You've got to be kidding me doc!" George spluttered, beginning to sweat. The doctor continued to set up his equipment before grabbing a round-looking tool and rubbing it with some gel.

"George, you're right, let's not jump to conclusions. I cannot confirm anything until we've checked you over," the doctor said in a gentle voice, angering George further. "Unbutton your shirt and I'll use this tool..." the doctor explained the process as a flustered George reluctantly revealed his bare stomach from his shirt.

"You must be mad, men can't carry babies," he grumbled. Besides, he was as flat as a board- well, not completely, but a tiny bit of flab and a baby were two different things.

"This may be a little cold," the doctor warned, timing his touchdown on George's stomach carefully as to not play with the Beatle's increasingly agitated mood. When the machine touched George's belly he flinched back, suddenly sensitive around his abdomen. The screen to the other end of the room suddenly lit up, revealing a black and white image.

"So that's my insides?" George asked, can't helping feeling a bit intrigued. Dr. Robert nodded, squinting at the monitor as he slowly dragged the machine about George's abdomen. George chuckled.

"All those little white blobby things are as healthy as a horse, eh doc?" He waited for a response, but Dr. Robert's face instead seemed to pale. George huffed, "Hahahahah. Alright doc it's time to conclude your sensational joke. After a few moments of repositioning, the doctor pressed some button on a control pad before pointing to the screen.

"Do you see that little white blob just to the right?" he asked.

"Yeah..?" George was afraid of where this was going. The doctor turned to George with his nose between his fingers.

"You appear to be five weeks pregnant."

George burst out of the clinic room fuming. Ringo fell onto his arm as soon as he stepped into the lobby.

"What was it Georgie?! What's your sickness?" George elbowed past him.

"I'm not the one who's sick, the doctor is! Let's get out of here." Ringo was shocked by just how tantrumed the 'quiet' Beatle was; even having witnessed first-hand George anger, this was a new level of outrage.