I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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(Never being up the fact that half of them died! It stabs me in the heart. 😭😭)
Paul was back in his bed. He still hadn't eaten anything not did he want anything. He did make himself some mint tea to settle his stomach. But that was about it. He didn't even want visitors because it would mean he would have to get out of bed to answer the door and it's something he really didnt want to do."
It was beginning to be late in the day when Paul's phone rang. He slowly reached over and grabbed the reciever.
"Y-yeh?" He answered.
"Ey Paul. Geo here. Called to see how you were feeling."
"I'm feeling bloody sick."
"I bet. 'Ave you eaten at all?"
"No. Not hungry."
"Paul, don't make me come over there and spoon feed ye."
"Please don't."
"Did ye at least have anything to drink?"
"Does mint tea count?"
"You know it does. Eat somethingsoon or I'll bring Ringo to yer house. You know how he gets when one of usgetssick. He's like a mother hen. So, youbetter eat."
"Yes mum. I'll be sure to eat right away."
"I'm no stranger to sarcasm Paul."
"I'll be fine Hazza. I've been sick before."
"I know. The last timeyou were sick was last year. Right?"
"Right-o. Can I sleep now?"
"I guess so."
Paul hung up his phone and went back to sleep.
Ringo's Residence
After George hung up, he looked at Ringo. "I say we visit that stubborn bloke. Fix him something ourselves. He's too sick to eat."
Ringo nodded and swt several empty totes aside. "I guess so. Let's go."
The two grabbed their coats and left. It only took about 10 minutes to get to Paul's. Once there, George stepped to the front door first and found a spare key Paul kept in a flower pot that had been next to the front door.
George opened the door and walked in, with Ringo walking in behind him.
"Where's his bedroom?" George asked.
"Should be upstairs."
George nodded and started walking up the steps. "I feel like I broke in."
"You did. Except, you used the key."
"Oh shut up. I didn't ask for yer opinion."
George reached the top step and saw the bedroom about 10 feet away on the left. He slowly opened the door and Paul was still asleep.
George frowned as he approached him. Even though Paul was still asleep, George made an attempt to put his hand to Paul's forehead.
Then, he heard Paul mumble. What are you doing?"
"Just checking yer temperature. Yer not too hot but yer still running one."
