During the night, Ringo suffered. He coughed, his wound ached, and he couldn't help but cough sometimes. He tried his best to hide it from his clearly worried brothers. But eventually, he couldn't hide it anymore. He moaned and cried in pain as the stars in the cold night sky shined over the hotel building.

Paul was watching over Starr like a hawk. It broke his heart to see those big fat tears that came from his poor bandmate. Ringo has been taking care of him this while time, so why not return the favor?

George, who was slowly beginning to regain his humanity, sat with Ringo the whole time. He still didn't speak, but his eyes seemed to scream with concern anytime the weak drummer coughed or moaned.

John felt like the biggest piece of garbage on the planet. He hurt Ringo. He nearly killed him for crying out loud! And all the poor blue eyed man tried to help him. What a friend Lenny is, huh? 

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At around midnight, Starr was miserable! He felt so weak, he couldn't stop coughing, and his wound was UNBEARABLE! The mutated Beatles saw that he was in pain, and tried everything they could think of to cheer their poor mate up. Unfortunately nothing worked. The poor Beatle just kept coughing while hugging his wound.

"Ringo, do you need anything? Anything at all?" Paul asked as him and the other two stood over their oldest brother, worrying about him.

He weakly shook his head and hid his face in the soft light blue pillow he had, still crying and softly coughing from time to time. John turned the other way. He caused all this. He caused Starr's pain. Why did he do this? Everyone knows that Ringo didn't deserve this.

Macca knew that he wasn't alright. It was plain to see! So, the winged Beatle scooped up the short man with all of his arms and held him bridal style as he sat down on the couch. Starr whimpered a bit when Paul picked him up, but he was ok. He was still hooked up to the IV bags and his vision was still a bit blurry. But the thing that bothered him the most was that he felt like an ice cube! Paul could feel the goosebumps on his pale skin, which made him frown.

"John? Pass me a blanket."

Though it was difficult since he had no fingers, he was able to grab a blanket and pass it to McCartney, quickly covering Ringo with the long white cloth. Starr smiled through his hot tears and smiled warmly at his now relaxed family.

"Ringo better?" The walrus man mumbled.

Smiling softly, Ringo reached for his front flipper and held it. "Yes Johnny, I am."

However, his friend didn't smile back at him. "What's wrong Lenny?"

John teared up as he spoke, "I hurt Ringo. I make blood on Ringo. I make Ringo cry. I sorry...."

The drummer begun to cry alongside him, which made George and Paul nervous. Starr didn't want Lennon to feel like this. John couldn't control himself. It just happened. But at least he was still alive. And he was with his friends. That's all he needed. The second youngest was about to tear up as well, but he didn't. He needed to be strong for his bandmates.

"Lenny, please don't cry. You did nothing wrong..." Paul tried to reassure his best mate, but that only made John cry harder.

"But I make Rin-"

"No, Lenny. Please, forgive yourself. For me. Please..." Ringo begged.

Then Starr started to cough again, thankfully it didn't last long. However, it made him significantly weaker than before, which broke the hearts of Paul and George as Starr moaned and leaned into Paul's many arms. John however was starting to look up, looking at him with pity and regret. "Okay, friend."

Ringo gathered all the strength he had and smiled softly at him. Then he turned away and snuggled into Paul's embrace, falling asleep soon afterwards. "Poor thing..." He thought to himself sadly as the oldest Beatle began to snore.

John was able to get on the couch and laid his head on Paul's left shoulder, falling asleep just seconds later. Macca yawned looked at George, who was slightly smiling at him.

Once Paul finished yawning, he moved his head over to an empty seat on the couch, signing that George can sit next to him. Harrison took the sign and sat down next to his elder brother. He too laid his head on Paul's shoulder as he closed his eyes, falling asleep just as quick as John did.

Paul felt himself doze off as he looked down at Ringo, who was snoring and comfy in his warm blanket. McCartney smiled tiredly and held Starr tighter as he felt himself stepping into Dreamland. After a few minutes, his snores echoed the room as him and his three brothers slept like babies.