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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(AAH. the cutest meme yet! Ringo's so short!! 🥰🥰😂😂)
The sun was going down. George decided he would much rather walk in the dark so no one noticed him. The problem now was the fact that it was already cold outside and since it was getting dark, it was getting colder.
Poor George didn't have a jacket eith him either not did he have on a long sleeve shirt. Instead, he was wearing a short sleeve shirt with sweatpants and his shoes. That was about it. He had walked only five miles and had about 10 miles left until he reached home.
He needed to find somewhere to stay so he didn't freeze to death. At this point, he had been in the cold for a good five hours.
Then, he remembered something. There was a homeless shelter just a few blocks away. Maybe if he had the energy, he could reach it.
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"WE CAN'T STOP LOOKING FOR HIM!" John shouted.
"We're not. Calm down. Get some sleep. We will come back in the morning to continue our search."
"For all we know, he could be dying!"
"John, yelling isnt helping any." Paul said, sitting down. Then, Paul turned his attention to the cop John yelled at. "Go home. We're going to stay a bit longer."
The cop nodded and left. John started looking at all the information they had on the disappearance of their beloved bandmate.
"Who could've done this? Why George?"
"Remember, all these victims have been random. We haven't found a pattern yet."
"I know. How did this happen?"
"Stop thinking out loud. Yer making me mad."
John rolled his eyes. "I think I'm going home. I'll be back very early tomorrow. I'm gonna try to work from home."
"Go."
John left and Paul stayed. He looked at everything in front of him but came up with nothing.
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An hour had passed. George did reach the shelter thirty minutes before but he had to get some medical attention so he was sent to the nearest hospital. From being out in the cold for too long, he was on the verge of getting hypothermia.
He was freezing, tired, scared, and in pain.
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Paul's phone rang and he answered his phone, wondering who would call so late at night.
"Yeh?"
"May I speak to Mr. McCartney please?"
"Speaking."
"This is Dr. Alberts calling on behalf of a George Harrison."
"Doctor? What happened? Is he okay?"
"Don't worry. He's fine. He wasn't hurt too bad. However, it seems that he's been in outside for several hours causing low body temperature. He wasn't wearing a jacket when he was brought in. Not to mention, he had several very deep lacerations."
"So, he's fine?"
"Yes. We will keep him here a few days so his body temperature could go up again. A normal body temperature is 98.6. But yer friend came in with 93.9."
What will happen now? Is George completely out of trouble? Or will trouble find him again? Stay tuned!
