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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(I agree Ringo. Stick with your drums.)
Paul checked the time. It was only 8:22pm. Ringo was making him some food after finally convincing him to eat.
Right after Ringo had left his room, Paul fell back into his bed and buried himself in his blankets. He was cold even though his heater had been turned on. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt with pajama pants.
When Ringo came back in, Paul, at some point, had fallen asleep. It was the same routine for Ringo since he decided to stay at Paul's.
Ringo shook his shoulder again. "Come on Paul. Eat. Then you can go nite nite."
"I'm not a baby Ringo. Don't use those words with me."
"Yer younger than I am. So, yes. You are a baby to me. Not to mention, you have a very nice baby face."
"Sod off. I'm sick. I don't deserve this."
"Yes you do. Until you feel better."
"Thanks Ringo. I all of a sudden feel worlds better."
"Liar. Yer still feeling sick."
"Don't rub it in."
"Sit up so you can eat. Did you take any medicine yet?"
"No. Got anything for me?"
"Yeh. I already got it here. I'm still going to give you the fever reducers yer doctor prescribed for ye because it could very well come back and we don't want that. We want you to get better."
"Why? Is John being a handful and you can't handle him without me setting him straight?"
Ringo laughed. "That's one reason. He had some attitude this earlier. I think he's going mad not having his best mate around."
"I can't help it. He has to live without me for a few days............Did you ever think that maybe it was because of his dad? He's been having trouble with him lately. Maybe it's just getting to him."
"Probably. But let's see what the verdict is. Either he's going crazy over his dad or he misses his best mate. I think it's the second option. So, hurry up and get better."
"I'm going as fast as I can. I don't like being sick any more than you do."
"Okay. Now, eat before I shove it down yer throat."
"Please don't. I don't want to get sick again. I already did before you left earlier. That's the last thing I need."
"Okay. I won't only because I don't want you getting sick."
"Ta. Its greatly appreciated. Does that mean I can get back to sleep? I'm not fully awake."
"No. Stay awake to eat and take yer medicine. Then you can sleep all ye want."
"Sounds like a bloody good idea." Paul finally sat up and set his back against the headboard. "Ye know, you don't need to take care of me. I can take care of meself."
"I know you can. But you won't eat which is why I'm here."
