John's mind had been far more warped than his bandmates, poor Richard found out too late. No amount of singing was getting to him, no matter how much he tried. Now he knew for sure he would fall from the fins of his former friend.

All he could hope was that he could see some glimpse of humanity left in him before he took his final breath, just one more stab from those sharp tusks would be enough to finish the job. "It's been fun... Drumming for you, for two years now.." He thought, shutting his eyes as he awaited the end.

But something unexpected happened, the scent of dripping blood triggered a flashback in John's mind. He didn't know what was going on, but he saw a vision of the odd blue eyed man somewhere before. Then it hit him, he recalled meeting him long ago.

"R,... Rrrrr..." He moaned, nudging the still bleeding Ringo. Then it hit him, he remembered meeting him in Hamburg. When he wanted him to join the group and ditch Rory Storm, how the fans threw tantrums about how he'd never be a Beatle.

"Rii.. Ri.. Richie!" He squeaked, but his moment wouldn't last long. A crash came through the window and a flash of blue.

"Grr, you did this John!" Paul growled, spreading his large wings to shield Ringo from any more possible attacks. "How could you hurt our brother?!"

"H.. Hurt.. Hurt..." It was all John could say, he couldn't comprehend why he would do such a thing to someone he considered family. The now dried blood on his tusks was making him sick, it took him all his might to not vomit all over the floor.

There was no telling when those two perpetrators would rush up to mutate the final Beatle, So Paul scooped up his bandmates and ran. With how heavy his walrus bandmate was he could barely lift off the ground. "I know you told me to stay behind but I couldn't help it, I was so worried about you.. Right on me to do so, any longer on your own and we would have lost you.."

Unfortunately Ringo kept laying motionless in his arms, his heart was still beating but it was starting to slow.

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Once he was back in their hotel room, he wrapped up the open wounds with as many towels as he could find.

John meanwhile held his head down, closing all his eyes and sniffling. "Hurt... Hurt..." It broke him, seeing that he was responsible for Ringo almost dying right in front of them. He didn't want to be anywhere near him, he thought the drummer wouldn't want to see him any longer after what he did.

"He's not getting any better, he needs more blood and fast! But there's no way any of us can go out to the hospital looking like this.."

Looking down at the blood sausages he was gorging on, George offered one to use as a transfusion. "Aw, thanks Georgie, but we need human blood for him. We'll just have to sneak an IV bag for him."

Before he could say another word, John slumped out the door. "John wait! You just got your humanity back, I'm the fastest out of all of us so I'll go."

With the bassist on his way, the walrus guitarist slumped to where Ringo laid. He was still overwhelmed with guilt from what he did, he would do anything to get him back. Just to see his cute smile again, to see his bright blue eyes glimmering in the sunlight. He didn't think just one night at a party would change so much.

"I hope Macca is back soon.. I don't want to lose anyone else.." He thought, not taking his eye off the drummer, in case by some miracle he was able to awaken in spite of his condition. He may not be able to help give blood, but surely there was something else he could try. 

He figured the least he could do was wash the dried stains off his clothes and skin. It was hard maneuvering him with just flippers but with a little help from George he could move the drummer to the tub.

He was only thankful the stab wounds had almost completely closed up, it would take more than one IV to completely recover him. "Lenny? Hazza? I'm back, I didn't know how much he needed so I took three."

When he noticed they were in the bathroom, he smiled at such a sight. George had been able to regain a bit of humanity during his time at the hotel, but he was still unable to say a single word. Paul figured it must have something to do with his avian appearance, but there was no time to worry about that now.

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With the IV bags hooked up to his arm, Ringo was slowly able to regain conscience. Within his fuzzy vision he found three figures looking down on him. "Richie, okay?" A familiar scratchy scouse accent asked.

"J.. John! You're you again, on the inside anyways.. How did this happen? Just a few hours ago you were nearly th-.. Umm, it's fine."

He could tell his younger friend was still distressed from everything going on. "It's alright Johnny, I'm fine now.. You helped out too, cleaning me up and realizing what you done before it was too late."

"I... I guess.."

Not wanting him to blame himself for what was beyond his control, Ringo pulled his three brothers into a tight group hug. "We'll all stick together, we will find a way to reverse this curse and send those two doctors packing!"

"Before anyone else finds us hopefully, we'll all need to hide somewhere far.. Somewhere those two won't ever think of looking for us. But there's no doubt they've got their own little scientist cronies to patrol the streets.."

"We'll find a place, don't ever lose hope Macca. It'll all work out in the end, if it doesn't than the story isn't over yet."

"Aw.. Like what John always told us."