"Turn him." He croaked out, tears slipping down his cheeks. "Turn him!"

"George---"

"I can't live with him, Paul!" He screamed, hands flying to the older's shirt. "I fucking need him."

Paul faced John, who was unlucky enough to wear a white shirt.

"I don't know if it's even possible---"

Then he heard it. The soft, almost dull sound of thudding in his lover's chest.

"Yoko didn't completely drain him." John beamed. "There's still a chance!"

George pleaded that his eyes would open. He wanted to see those beautiful blue orbs of his one more time.

He never saw him this pale.

John bit down on his wrist, making blood run down his sleeve, staining his shirt. He raised it against Ringo's lips. George watched as the blood dropped inside his mouth.

He heard the John's blood rushing in down and through his veins.

And he waited. It felt like an eternity.

Then Ringo's eyes shot open.