Beatles oneshots (mostly Mclennon)

Mclennon

Title: Illness

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In the middle of the Shea Stadium concert where Paul looks like he's woken up with 12 different diseases, he pauses what he's saying (he's about to say which song they're playing next) to cough a bit so John comes up and does the spider-hand-thingy on his shoulder (they do that when they want to tell each other they love one another) and whispers 'are you okay?' in his ear. Paul smiles and whispers 'I feel like s**t' back before turning back to the microphone and leading into the song. After the show, Paul goes straight to the dressing room, ignoring the press, fans and Brian. Feeling horrible, he pukes in the toilet. He didn't realise that John walked in so jumped in surprise when he feels and hand on his back. When he recognised John, he relaxed. After he finished throwing up, he stood upright and wiped his mouth on his sleeve before turning to face John. 

"You weren't kidding when you said you feel like s**t." John joked, his eyes filled with worry.

"Yeah, well." Paul trailed off.

"How long have you felt sick? Are you okay by the way?" the older man asked.

"Well, I threw up a bit while we were practising - that's why I went to the loo so quickly, and I should be fine. Just a stomach bug."

John raised an eyebrow.

"You mean to tell me that you went on stage despite feeling like a lovely pile of crap and proceeded to sing for a couple of hours."

Paul scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Well, mum, would you kill me if I said yes?"

"Probably after you get better."
"You'll probably have forgotten by then, so, yes I went on stage and sang for a couple of hours despite feeling like a lovely pile of crap."

John sighed, "Imma kill you. But for now, I'll tell Brian to cancel tomorrow's show and the interviews we have this week, gives you plenty of time to get well. Go back to the hotel room and go to bed, I'll come up with a glass of water." John explained before wiping a bit of vomit that Paul missed from the corner of his mouth with the towel that hung next to them.

"Yes, mum." Paul said sarcastically before making his way out of the building and grabbing a cab.

John immediately went to Brian's office and told him what was going on (without too much protest since Brian had a MASSIVE crush on John) then headed back to the hotel.

When he arrived back at the hotel, he grabbed a glass of ice-cold water and headed up to Paul's room. When he walked in, he saw Paul lying spread out on the bed with the covers abandoned on the floor. In only his boxers, Paul's cheeks flushed ever-so-slightly when John just walked right on in but he decided he was too sick to care.

"Well, Mr. McCartney, as nice as this is, at least take me out to dinner first." John sniggered, placing the glass of water on the bedside table. Paul groaned and flipped onto his side in response.

"S'too hot." he complained.

"Paul, it's the middle of January. It is freezing outside and cold in here."

"S'too hot." Paul repeated defiantly.

"Jesus." John pressed his hand to Paul's forehead but drew it away quickly, "Bloody hell Macca, you're burning up."

"As if I didn't notice." Paul glared. John raised his arms up in defence.

"You better have a drink." he offered. Despite his bad mood, Paul sat up and gulped down some water while John straightened out the sheets. When he finished, Paul flopped back down on the bed and groaned.