"O-negative," Yoko grinned. "My favorite." She cocked her head at Brian's lack of response. "Eppy---- oh shit."

"Oh shit would be an understatement." Paul growled, walking up in long, dangerous strides.

John dashed over to Ringo. He placed two fingers on his pulse.

"He isn't breathing!"

"Save him, dammit!" Paul yelled, kneeling beside George.

"Kind of ironic to die in the Colliseum." Yoko conmented, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

Paul glared at her. "Why you---" He angrily turned to Brian. "This is all your fault!"

He glared back. "It was George's fault, Mccartney. Be thankful I missed his heart."

"Be thankful I don't rip your goddamn head from your neck!" Paul shot back with a menacing glint in his eyes.

"Come on, Yoko." Brian said, grabbing her by the wrist.

"Paul?" George spluttered, face twisted in pain.

He whipped his head to him, if he was a normal human he must've cracked his neck.

"Geo?" He mumbled, eyes going wide. "Oh god, Geo---"

"Ringo." George coughed. "Where's Ringo?"

Paul went quiet.

"No." George cried. "NoNoNoNo---"

Paul frowned. "George----"

"I need to see him----" George shot up, getting on his feet. "I-I need---"

"George!" Paul snapped. "He's dead."