Fools on the Hill ~ A McLennon Fanfiction

Ouch!

George had no idea where he was going either. It kept on raining harder but George did not care. He would keep on pedalling until he couldn't anymore.

The wind started to pick up. George pedalled off the street and into what seemed like a park. The bike was getting harder to pedal. There were no longer any streetlights to guide him. The front tire of the bike hit into a jagged rock, sending George flying. Thump! Right into a tree. He was left unconcious in the middle of nowhere.

***

"John I'm worried maybe we should go look for him." Paul suggested.

"You're right. He couldn't have gotten that far? You two stay here, I'll go look for him." John went into his room and got his heavy duty flashlight. He put on his coat and went out the door.

He started driving down the street he last saw George riding on. He noticed the street was kind of muddy. Alas, his bicycle tire marks were easy to follow...until they went off the roads.

After ten minutes of following George's tracks by car, John decided it was time to search on foot. George's tracks led John into the park near the woods. "What the hell is he doing in there?" John thought. "George! GEORGE!" John yelled while waving around his flashlight.

John walked into the woods when all of a sudden his pant leg got stuck on something. "Ah, what have we got here?" John could barely see what it was. He tried pulling his pant leg from it. It ripped off his pant leg and remained stuck to whatever it was caught on. "Great," he thought.

He was about to give up his search when he shined his flashlight on a large tree trunk. It looked like a person was sleeping under it. John rushed over to see who it was. It was George, of course. He began to drag George away from the tree. BOOM! The tree sparked before him. Lightning had hit it. Leaves and branches were falling everywhere. The loud shock of the lightning strike caused John to fall to the ground. Now, both John and George laid unconcious in the middle of the woods covered in wet foliage.

***

"It's been 3 hours, something is definetly wrong!" Pattie cried.

"We can't just leave Ringo alone and go search for them!" Paul put his head in his hands. "What an eventful night."

"Should we call the police?" Pattie asked.

"Well we have no other choice."

Paul picked up the phone and dialed the police station. He could not bear thoughts of John and George being hurt or even worse, dead.

***

The phone rang and Paul jumped. He picked it up quickly. It was the police officer.

"They found them. We need to go to the hospital. Now." Paul said to Pattie. They got up and dashed out the door.

Ringo was left alone.

"Hey Paul who just came in the door?" He called from the bedroom.

"Paul it's really quiet! What are you doing? Pattie! Hello! Hello? Anybody home? I guess not. Knowing Paul there might be some banging on the walls soon."

***

"Where are they?" Pattie asked the nurse at the front desk.

"They're in room 229 upstairs. Poor boys, they must've had a rough night!" The nurse replied.

"Thank you." Paul grabbed Pattie's hand and they rushed to the elevator. Ding.

Run down some hallways. Try to look for room 229. Pass it. Run back. Stop in front of the door to find another nurse.

"You can't go in yet." The nurse said.

"Says who?" Paul asked.

"Says the doctor. But I am sure you have a lot of questions so I will let the doctor explain."

"They can come in now!" The doctor shouted from the room.

Pattie put her hand on the door handle before the nurse could. Paul and Pattie went into the room only to find their loves in the worst condition they'd ever seen them in.

"The police found them on the ground in a park. They were both hit by lightning or were close to it, which caused them to become unconcious. But they seem to be making good progress here." The doctor said.

Pattie was stroking George's sleeping face and Paul felt he should do the same with John's. He couldn't let Pattie or the doctor know. John was starting to wake up. The doctor left the room.

"John wake up it's all over now it's okay I'm here." Paul said.

"What?" John asked "Did someone say something?"

"Yes John it's me, Paul."

"What? Speak louder I can't hear you."

"John stop playing around this is no time for games."

"What?"

Pattie spoke up. "Paul I don't think he's playing around he might be deaf."

Paul snapped his fingers in John's left ear. "Can you hear anything, John?"

"What was that?"

Paul then snapped in John's right ear.

"Are you snapping or something Paul what are you doing?"

"Pattie go get the doctor in here." Paul said.

Paul continued to whisper into John's deaf ear. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard when this whole thing is over."

"What?" John kept asking.

Pattie and the doctor came back into the room.

"Doctor I think John is deaf in his left ear."

"It is possible that the shock might have damaged his hearing. It may not last long, though," The doctor stated, "and I just got to examine their x-rays. Mr. Harrison over there has a broken arm."

"This is just bloody great," Paul thought, "a drummer with a broken leg, a guitarist with a broken arm, and my best friend without hearing. Beautiful."