I Need You

Chapter 8 - Finding A Cure

Heather's P.O.V.

As Kimberly and George went out to find a cure, Teresa and I were watching over Paul. I had his head on my lap and was stroking his hair, while Teresa was holding his hand close to her chest. "Do you think they'll find the cure for Paul?" I asked. "I sure hope so. I can't imagine how devastated Kimberly was when she watched him die in her arms." Said Teresa. "I hear you. We don't want The Beatles to lose their bassist." I said. Teresa nods as a single tear fell down from her eye. I had some tears to shed as well.

Kimberly's P.O.V.

George and I ventured into a forest right in front of the place Paul and I are living. I felt my bones shaking and my heart pounding fast. I was very nervous about doing this, but I was determined to save my boyfriend. George wrapped his arms around me to give me comfort. I could tell that he was nervous as well, because Paul is not only his bandmate, he's one of his best friends. I can't imagine how worried the others are as well. The last time John and Ringo saw Paul, he was still alive, but going through the final stages of his illness.

"Kimberly, what was the last thing Paul said to you?" Asked George. "Well... he asked me to sing to him. And by the time I finished, he was already dead." I said. "Oh, I'm sorry." George said. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the letter Paul gave me yesterday and gave it to George. "What's this?" He asked. "It's a letter Paul wrote for me. He told me that he was saving it, but he wanted me to have it before he died." I said. "Can I read it?" George asked. "Sure you can." I said.

George unfolds the letter and reads it out loud so I could hear what Paul wrote once again.

My darling Kimberly,

As I'm writing you this letter, I want you to know that every single day I've spent with you were the absolute best.

You've been good to me throughout our relationship and you'll never know how much it means to me that you were always there whenever I needed you.

Even though I'll be gone soon, please keep in mind that I've always loved you and I still do.

Don't give up hope, my love. And never give up on us. I wanna spend my final days with the girl I've loved for almost two years and I want them to be the best.

We may not be spending the rest of our lives together, but that doesn't mean our love for each other will be destroyed by the time I take my last breath.

Keep enjoying life the way you're doing it right now. Hold your head high and keep smiling. Never let your sadness of losing me stop you from having fun. I'll never forget you, my sweetheart.

Forever yours,
Paul

After George finished reading, I could see tears in his eyes. "This is so... bittersweet." He said. "I know! He told me that he cried writing it." I said. Before I knew it, George started to cry. I cried with him. We wrapped each other into a hug and we were crying together. "I don't wanna lose him, George." I said. "I know, Kim. Neither do we." Said George. "What do you think Heather and Teresa are doing at the moment?" I asked. "I'm pretty sure they're doing whatever they can to make sure Paul stays comfortable." George said. I nod at his words. We then continued our search to find that cure.

Teresa's P.O.V.

I went into Paul and Kimberly's bedroom and grabbed a pillow. I brought it over to Heather and she put it underneath Paul's head so he's laying on something soft. We didn't want him laying on a hard surface for too long. "I'm starting to worry. What if they don't find that cure?" Asked Heather. "I don't know. I really hope they find it." I said. Heather and I folded our hands together and closed our eyes. We spent the rest of our time hoping and praying Kimberly and George would find that cure.