Hellooooo! So, I finally wrote another chapter. I think the story is closing pretty well, but I'll probably add one more chapter after this to finish it. Haha this story makes me laugh =)As usual, thanks for reading and please review!

Chapter 10

Back in the hotel room, John and Ringo sat on the edge of Paul's bed, the latter having been just woken up by another violent coughing fit.

"My goodness, that sounded even worse than last time!" said John, concernedly.

"Ug…believe me, it feels even worse…if that's possible…" replied Paul, sighing.

Ringo handed him a glass of water, which Macca feebly attempted to drink, succeeding mostly in dribbling it on himself. John and Ringo exchanged apprehensive glances. Paul leaned back and squinted his eyes shut. It was obvious his head was hurting a lot.

Then, the three Beatles heard a racket in the hallway.

"What in Mona Lisa's name is that?" asked Ringo. John raised his eyebrows and shrugged. Paul just closed his eyes tighter and put his hands to his head. The commotion seemed to be getting closer.

"What the-" began John.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Before anyone knew what was happening, two figures rushed through the doorway. It was Charity in the lead, and George trailing behind tugging on her arm. Then, abruptly, everyone stopped and stared. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Both Ringo and John sat with eyes wide and mouths open. Paul opened his eyes and stared without moving. Charity skidded to a stop and opened her mouth to scream. George's was using his full weight to try to pull Charity back out of the room (unfortunately, he is pretty much a stick figure, so it wasn't working).

Then everything sped up. Charity let out a scream that could have been heard by a deaf person halfway across the earth. George lost his grip and fell backwards. Ringo ran to help George up while John jumped up to help get rid of the shrieking girl. And Paul just lay there, immobile, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. And now, despite all the three well Beatles holding her back, the deranged fan girl was making her way towards him, screaming all the way.

"Paul! Oh, Paulie, I'm here! Don't worry I'll help you! Oh! OH!"

Finally, with all his strength, John managed to yank Charity down onto the floor. With the wind knocked out of her, she was momentarily silent.

John looked around at the crazy scene.

"Now…What. On. Earth. Is. Going. On. Here?!" he cried.

No one could answer. No one really knew. Finally, George spoke up breathlessly.

"This…absolutely mad bird…will think of nothing but Paul! She completely ignored me, and she dragged me all the way here to see him!" he looked up at John, "I tried to stop her! I did what I could!"

Paul slowly sat up in his bed, jaw hanging, causing the other three to have to push Charity back down.

"What in the name of…" he began, and then stopped, "I don't even…" he stopped again. Then he flopped back onto the pillow.

Everyone just looked at each other. No one knew what to do. Then, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The door swung open and Brian Epstein trudged in.

"Now boys, I…" he paused, gaping at the scene that met his eyes.

His head turned first this way then that, taking in all that surrounded him.

"What on earth is going on in here?!" he finally managed.

"You're guess is as good as ours," said Ringo, rubbing his forehead.

Eventually, little by little, the whole story came out, everyone's eyes growing wider with each addition. Throughout the ordeal, Charity kept trying to subtly move towards Paul, but someone always barred her way. Finally, after he thought he had a pretty good grasp on the story, Brian turned to the door.

"And where are you going?" asked George, still sitting on the floor, and still very wary of the insane girl nearby.

"To report this to the police!" he cried, "This is absolutely unacceptable!"

"The police! Oh no! No! I haven't done anything illegal!" yelled Charity, jumping up, tears brimming in her eyes, "I promise I'll be good! All I wanted was to help Paulie!"

Brian just gave her a cold look and ran off to the nearest telephone. Charity sank down to the ground. She looked so pitiful that George almost felt sorry for her. Almost, but not quite.