For Tomorrow - McLennon AU

5.

3rd November, 1955

"Mornin' love" Mimi's cheery voice called throughout Paul's hospital room. She was heading over to open the curtains.

"Morning..." He spoke back, groggily. The boy tried to push himself up using the sides of the bed, ever so slowly. "W-What time is it?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Around 8:30 am." She smiled. "Are you hungry? I can get you a breakfast menu?"

Yes, I am...

"Yes please."

"Alright. Do you want me to flick the radio on again?"

"Mhm... Thank you."

She flicked the switch, the sound of a song coming to the end filling his ears once again.

"No problem, love. I'll be back in a minute." Paul watched closely as she left.

'It's 8:30 am in the city of Liverpool, meaning that most of you will be on your way to work right now.'

The next song is to get you all in the mood for the long day ahead.

Thursday, the 3rd of November, 1955... And you're listening to Liverpool Radio.'

Paul groaned to himself as the man said the date once again. Everything was still unreal, but he wasn't as in shock now as he was in the very beginning.

The boy slowly raised his arm to push his hair out of his eyes, noticing that they didn't hurt as much. The pain he felt was now mostly in his neck, legs and sprained foot.

"Here you go, love." Mimi spoke, walking back into the room. She passed him the menu. "How are you feeling this mornin'?"

"My arms don't ache as much."

"Brilliant! We might be able to measure you for crutches soon then."

"W-What does that mean?"

"You may not have to stay in here much longer, love. Isn't that great?"

No. That was not great...

Once Paul left the comfort of this hospital, he truly was alone, in a place he had no where he was going.

He felt like crying once more.

As soon as he left the hospital, that's when things would get real. He would be stuck, alone.

"Hey, are you alright?" She must have noticed his eyes water.

"I- I have nowhere to go... I don't- I don't know what 'm gonna do..." He almost sobbed out.

Mimi's face seemed to clear of all kinds of cheeriness once she saw how upset Paul was. She now looked concerned.

"Do you not know where your Da' or brother are?" Mimi asked, softly.

Paul froze at those words. He definitely could not go back to them, not at all. That was out of the question.

"N-No..." He spoke, blankly, looking down.

"Okay." She nodded acceptingly.

There was a few seconds of silence, Mimi looking deep in though and Paul looking like he was going to cry.

"Paul, let's try and see if we can get you walkin' okay? We can think about what we are going to do when it comes to it, yeah?"

"Okay..."

Mimi helped the boy sit up, which took a few seconds. Once he was up, she reached underneath the bedside table, bringing out what looked to be a very large tape measure.

"If you look through what you want to eat, then I'll take your measurements, and when I go and get some crutches for you I'll put your order in...?"

"Mhm..." Tears began to fall from the teenagers eyes.

"Don't cry, Paul..." She whispered, soothingly, reaching over to the tissue box. "I promise we will sort this out, okay?"

He just nodded as Mimi wiped the tears away from under his eyes.

-

It was now 3:15pm, and John had just pushed through the doors to the reception of the hospital. He headed straight for the stairs, very excited to see Paul.

He had apologised to his friends, and promised that he would be there on Saturday afternoon in order to play.

"Paulie?" John asked, peeking his head through the door.

But Paul was asleep.

"John?" A slightly worried Mimi asked, walking up to him. The two stood in the doorway.

John could see the worry and upset in both Mimi's tone and facial expression.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Paul..."

"Is he okay?" John asked, now also worried.

"Yeah. But I think you're right about his father..." She sighed.

John's heart sunk.

"What do you mean?"

"He definitely would do anythin' to not go back there. And frankly, I don't want to send him back there." She rushed out, making sure nobody was listening. "He started crying before, too."

John stayed silent.

"I'm- Even if we do end up tracking his father, he's not going back there, no." She spoke, folding her arms.

"Where's he going to go?"

"Well it seems that the only people he trusts are us. So there's only one option really."

"Move in with us?"

He silently prayed she would say yes.

"Yes. He's a lovely boy, and seeing him cry just broke my heart."

"I think that's a good idea." John nodded. "So when do you think he will be out, then?"

"Probably a few days. I've measured him for crutches and we have tested them out. His arms don't ache as much, but can't fully support his weight yet, so when he can use his crutches properly, he will be okay to go."

John was happy to hear he was getting better.

"Has he answered any more questions?"

"No." She shook her head. "I was going to ask him when he woke up, but after the mention of leaving, he wasn't in the right state."

John nodded.

"Come on then, come and help me in the laundry room. We can check on him soon, he won't be waking up just yet."

"Alright."

With one last look at the sleeping figure, he turned away to follow Mimi.

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(A/N- Thank you to everyone reading this story! I just wanted to warn you that I probably won't update this as much because there a lot to remember about the plot and the chapters are longer, so I hope that's okay with you all. ~E ❤️)