"I love you so much," he said again. I kissed him on the forehead.

I left to make him a cup of tea and came back with it on a tray. All of a sudden, he began convulsing and he threw up again. He groaned in pain. I sat by his knees and rubbed his stomach. I knew how much he loved it when I did that. He closed his eyes and took hold of my other hand. He squeezed my hand several times before I realized he was using morse code. We learned it a few months ago in case there was an emergency at a press conference or something.

"Wait, start over"

It went like this: ..  ..-.       -.  ---  -       ..-.  ---  .-.      -.--  ---  ..-       ..      --  ..  --.  ....  -       ....  .-  ...-  .       -.-  ..  .-..  .-..  .  -..       --  -.--  ...  .  .-..  ..-.

translation: If not for you I might have killed myself

"Oh, Paul..." What could I say? I leaned down and once again kissed him on the forehead, almost burning my lips. "I'm gonna get you a cloth for your head, I'll be right back" He must have a fever, I thought. I hated letting him out of my sight, but I'd only be gone for a few seconds. I wet a cloth, squeezed it out, and brought it back to him. In that time, Ringo had given Paul a straw so he didn't have to sit up to drink his tea. I just hoped he wouldn't choke. Ringo was still sitting there, watching Paul. I dabbed Paul's forehead with the cloth. He was still groaning and clutching his stomach. "Is there anything I can get for you?"

"D-do you ha-have any tablets f-for my st-stomach?" He asked between breaths. Why hadn't I thought of that?? I searched through the medicine cabinet and found a bottle of chalky stomach pills. He took some and washed them down with his tea and waited. They were supposed to work in a half hour, but I knew he couldn't wait that long.