Help!
Sequel to STUCK- but please note, you might've needed to read that one.
Please note- the lights have come back on magically.
It seemed like everything was in slow motion. Ringo diving off the bed, hands in front of him. John falling to the ground, the relief evident on Ringo's features. But then it all sped up again, Ringo, who'd been kneeling suddenly collapsed to the floor. Red staining his once white shirt. The remaining Beatles (John, Paul and George) suddenly ran to the man who'd shot Ringo, overpowered him and put the gun to his head. John pulled the trigger.
"Ringo!" Paul suddenly shouted, as if being pulled back to reality and running over, leaving John to look in shock at the dead man at his feet. Where was he shot?" Paul asked, directing the question to George, who was supporting Ringo so he could sit upright.
George pointed to Ringo's left hand, that was clamped tightly around his middle, slowing down the blood flow somewhat.
"Ringo I'm really sorry- but you're going to have to move your hand so we can see how much damage was done."
Ringo nodded, and then moved his hand away from his stomach very slowly, as if it would hurt him if he moved his hand away too fast.
Paul and George gasped when they saw just how much blood Ringo had been holding back. (John was still at the body of the dead man, but was now trying to back away from the gun which had shot Ringo.)
"we're gunna have to get him to hospital soon- someone find a phone!" Paul shouted, begging to panic.
John, who'd now come over started to rip a sleeve off of his shirt and gave it to George.
"Now, Ringo- you're gunna have to keep pressure on the wound using this." George said, gesturing to the ripped sleeve.
Ringo nodded as his eyes began to drift closed.
"RINGO! No! you can't fall asleep!" John shouted, startling Ringo back to reality.
"I-it's ok John, I'm not gunna fall asleep." Ringo said in a very small voice, barely audible. "you know, you and Paul will probably end up writing a song about this."
John laughed, despite the situation, then immediately fell silent and started to apologise.
"John, it's fine, my last statement was meant to make you laugh."
John was about to retort when Paul rushed in, panting.
"Right- the ambulance is on its way- they said you needed to keep pres- oh" Paul said, looking at John, whose hand was keeping pressure on his shirtsleeve on Ringo's wound as he was too weak from blood loss to do it himself.
"thank you Paul, George, johnnn" Ringo said, his words slurring like a drunk's
"ok, that isn't good" George said, worried "if only the ambulance would get here sooner."
"Yeah- well, no-one knows when the ambulance will get here- it said approximately half an hour" Paul replied.
"WHAT! half an hour? the hospital is only a few minutes down the road- we could carry him there!" John exclaimed, Paul, George and John then looked at each other mischievously.
"Should we give it a bash?" George asked
"Don't see why not..." John replied
"yeah, bit who's going to carry him?" Paul asked nodding in Ringo's direction.
"Well not you because you carried him last time, think John should do it- so we don't get lost again." George said.
"Fair point" John replied "but, how am I going to carry him?"
"fireman's lift?" Paul asked "that way you'll be keeping pressure on the shirt sleeve and you can carry him."
"fair enough- that's go then!" John exclaimed.
So people, that is the first chapter of HELP!- sequel to STRANDED and STUCK- hope you enjoyed it, please review if you want some more chapters.