Fists flew. Landed on their cheeks, one on their nose. They went tumbling down the floor.

Ringo gripped George's shirt, trying to pry him off. A shout spilled out of his lips. George widened his eyes.

"Fuck." His busted lip parted open in shock as he took in the sight of Ringo's blood dripping down from his nose to his chin. "Fuck, I'm sorry---"

He fell to the floor with a thud, John on top of him.

"Paul!" He yelled. "Sedate him! Just--- oh fuck--- Paul!"

He watched as his brother took out a syringe from his pocket. He paled at the sight of the needle. Fuck, he hated needles.

"Paul?"