Me and John were silent on our drive to the hospital, following the ambulance in our car. The street outside blurred from my tears. I wiped them away. In the corner of my eye, I could see John wiping away his.

When we got to the hospital, they hurriedly took George inside and to a doctor. Lots of commotion and shouting as they rushed George, we hurriedly followed but were told to wait out in the hall.

I held John's hand as we watched the doctors do all they could. Monitors going off, I noticed the tube and the funnel. They were going to pump his stomach, I sniffled and heard gagging, followed by voices. As they drew back the curtain, I could see George fighting against them, the contents in the funnel going through the tube halfway down his throat.

"G..George." I shook John and pointed, he sighed and held me tight. I cried, not knowing what else to do. It wasn't long until George started convusling in a seizure like way, I buried my face into John's chest, wishing all of this would just end.

..

I woke up the next morning in John's lap. His arms around me as I rested my head on his chest. I looked up at him to see he was already awake. Staring at George's body.

He looked down at me and gave me a small smile.

"Morning love."

"Morning." I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss and got off him. He stretched and yawned.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked sitting in my own chair next to him.

"About two hours now. It was just dawn when I woke up."

I nodded and looked at the clock.

7:24 am

"Did you call anyone else?" I asked.

He nodded. "I called the lads. Nobody answered. I left messages."

"Has the doctor come by?"

"Yep yup. He um, George is in a small coma. He had alcohol poisoning."

I sighed and shook my head. "We need to pick up Julian from Mimi's."

I leaned over and brushed George's hair away from his eyes. He looked peaceful. Just asleep. He was somewhere in there in his world. His own fantasies. Living a happy life. Out here was just a reminder of how cruel the world is. Poor Geo.

..

When Paul and Richard showed up at the hospital, me and John decided to go back home to shower and change our clothes.

I was trying to reach around to zip up my dress when John came up behind me and zipped it for me.

"Thanks." I smiled. He kissed my cheek and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Do ye think he'll be alright? I mean after all of this?"

"You mean when he wakes up?" I asked putting my heels on. He nodded.

"I dunno. I'd like to believe he'll wake up and his life will be happy and sunshine. I just...I'm worried about him John. Things with Pattie, divorce, all this legal shit thrown at him all the time. Media, stupid magazine articles, finishing up the next album, interviews..."

"Just listening to all of that is making my head spin." He said. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I want him to be okay. You know I love him John. I just...I always said I'd take care of him and, now look. He's in a fuckin coma."

"Shh. Don't blame yourself love. He just wanted to be alone. He pushed us all away. Fuckin hell I thought maybe if we all did, he's just get better. He's so stubborn, he was just afriad to admit, he really needed us."

I held John's hand and fixed his collar. "We should go back. I need some coffee."

..

John and Paul were talking out in the hall as Richard sat by George's side, just watching him. I sipped my coffee, and placed my hand on Richard's.

"Let's get something to eat yeah? There's a cafeteria downstairs." I asked quietly. He shook his head.

"M'not hungry."

I sighed and rubbed his arm. "Yes you are Richard. He'll be here waiting when we get back."

He nodded and stood up, following me out the door. Paul looked over at us.

"Were goin to get somethin to eat. Wanna come?" Rich asked. Paul nodded and nudged John. They followed us down as we all walked in silence.

..

The day went by quickly, Julian sat on the floor, colouring as I looked out the window at the sunset. For once.

Paul and John were talking as usual as Richard fell asleep in the chair beside George. The nurse came in now and then. The doctor came in a few times to tell us George was likely to stay this way for a few more days.

Julian climbed on me and hugged me. "Why is uncle George not moving?"

I bit my lip. "He's not well at the moment. He's sick."

Julian just nodded and held me. I really needed it right now.

Brian came in to check up on us. He talked to Paul as John walked over to us. He smiled and kissed Julian's cheek.

"How are ye?" He asked me. I smiled and shrugged.

"Tired. Scared. Worried. Fuckin worried out of my mind." I sighed.

"I know what ye mean."

Him and Julian goofed around as Richard woke up and went off to make a call. It was a full house in here when Maureen showed up and Michelle came by to check up on Paul.

I yawned and played with John's hair while he leaned his head back on my legs, looking up at me. I smiled.

I couldn't help noticing how upset Maureen looked as she held George's hand. Richard was off talking to Brian. I nudged John and he looked over to see what I was looking at.

"You think?" He mouth. I shrugged and made a face.

It wasn't shocking to me. Richard and George were best friends. Maureen happened to be home all the time. George was often over at Richard's a lot. Especially since all of this started. Either she was a shoulder to cry on, or she was more than that. To be honest, I felt a little jealous.

I was in my own thoughts when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I bit my lip, making a small noise as it carried on. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Mumy are you okie?" Julian asked looking up at me. I nodded and ruffled his hair.

"I'm okay baby." I said hiding the fact I was in pain. John of course already knew.

"Lucy are you okay?" He asked quietly. I sighed.

"No John. It hurts. It's probably just cramps. It'll pass."

He nodded and set Julian in my lap.

"I'm gonna ask a nurse."

I grabbed him by his sleeve. "John please. It'll pass. Just get me a ginger ale yeah?"

He nodded and stood up, kissing the top of my head. I watched as he left the room. I looked down at Julian as he poked my stomach, talking to the baby inside. 

"....and then you can share my toys and we can colour together. Just don't steal mumy from me." He said. I giggled and poked his tummy.

"Who are you talking to?" I asked.

"The baby. When is he getting here??"

"A few more months."

He pouted. I laughed as Paul walked over to me.

"Heya. How are you doin?"

"Fine Paul. Just...you know." I shrugged. He nodded.

"Yeah. Not much to say huh. Look I gotta get goin. Michelle is goin to stay. I gotta borrow John. If ye don't mind?"

I nodded. "It's fine Paul. I'm staying, he's just getting me something to drink."

He nodded and kissed the top of Julian's head and kissed my cheek. I smiled.

"I love you Paul. I don't think I say it enough."

He smiled. "I love you too Luce. And I love you Julian."

Julian smiled. John came back with my drink and talked to Paul. He kissed me goodbye and walked out with Brian and Richard, who also kissed me goodbye. Maureen left with them. Michelle walked over to me and sat in a chair.

"Hi." She smiled.

"Hey. My god I'm so stressed." I groaned. She laughed and took Julian into her arms. He was falling asleep.

"Everyone is. Doctor said he could be like this for a few days. I know you two were close."

I sniffled and wiped my tears. "I just feel terrible. I wasn't there for him. He was in need of someone and... I wasn't there."

"Don't blame yourself Lucy. Paul blames himself, Richard blames himself, I'm sure John is feeling the same way."

I sighed and sat back in my chair. "Yeah but, it didn't help he was living with me and John. Having to see John all over me and us living the life...the life he wished he had."

I looked at George and felt my heart breaking. I felt awful. George was always there for me. He was in love with me. He wanted me and, I always just used him. Either to make John jealous, for a quick fuck, for a shoulder to lean on. When he wakes up. i'm going to show him just how much he means to me. How much I can't go on without him.

..

March 7, 1967

It was the end of the week and George was still in his state. The doctor told us he was making progress though. Which relieved us all a bit.

Everyday after work, John brought me to the hospital, where we spent the rest of the evening until visiting hours were over.

I was sitting in the cafeteria downstairs in the hospital, opening a letter I got at work earlier. I smiled seeing the sender's name.

Dear Lucy,

It's so fuckin good to hear from you! You're pregnant!! How are things? I miss you a lot. I know you have so many questions for me. I have a few for you missy. Long months no write! How's my partner in crime handling herself?? I've been pretty good myself. Focusing on family. Me and Janice are completely finished. I have to pay alimony checks. Sucks I know. I see my baby girl once a month. I found my own place in California. San Francisco baby! Anyway, I applied for a few jobs and guess what!? I met up with one of my old friends who happens to be the owner of a whole new magazine company! We might be starting up again Luce! Once we save up enough money, get some stories, workers, and an income, I'll be back on top and can start as soon as a few months. If you're interested Luce, you know you'll always have an offer with me. I love you Lucy. Please think about it. Were thinking of names still. I'll write the list below and tell me which one you prefer! Hopefully you'll write again. I miss you. Bye for now!

          Sincerly, Andrew.

I giggled and looked down at the list of names. There were only three.

1. The Music Gazzete. (I hate this one but everyone seems to be on board with it.)

2. Music over matter (what does that even mean??)

I laughed and read the last one. My favorite.

3. Rolling Stone

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