HELP! Ch 10
Paul sighed as he turned to Ringo and George. "We need to find a cure for this thing, if we don't then John will die and we'll have to either get a new John or break the band up- and John's dying really painfully and a that so we NEED to find a cure!"
"Paul, you need to take a breath while speaking- humans need air to survive- remember, because if you forget to breathe, and subsequently kill yourself, then it's just me and Ringo here looking for a cure for John, and we probably won't be able to so John will die, and with both you AND John dead, we won't have many songs to perform- and a two man band sounds pretty crap doesn't it?" George almost lectured Paul, who subsequently put his hands up in defeat.
"Right, come on then- let's go." Ringo smiled.
"woa- you can't come Ringo" Paul nearly exploded.
"Well, why not?"
"You've just been shot! and we need someone here to keep John company!" George answered for Paul.
"Fine" Ringo skulked, and crossed his arms over his chest.
10 minutes later...
"Well, see ya whenever, really." Paul shrugged as he shook Ringo's hand. He then turned to face George, who was saying goodbye to John. "Come on, George, let's go find a cure for this thing!"
"Hope you find a cure for this thing and come back in time!" John called after them as they left "Or otherwise I'm dead!"
As Paul and George slowly walked out of sight, John turned back to Ringo.
"So- are you feeling any better today John?" Ringo asked.
"Uh I bit, I guess- I mean- it still hurts and everything, but , just not as much." John sighed, leaning back into the cardboard pillows.
"Well, I suppose that's a good thing- and now that George and Paul are looking for the antidote, you'll be fine John- I promise." John looked up at the last bit.
"Are you sure?" Ringo nodded, confused.
"Ok then." John smiled, and he sank deeper into the cardboard they called pillows.
Meanwhile...
"So...how are we gunna find a cure to what John's got?" George asked.
Paul shrugged before turning to look at his friend "No idea mate- you got any?"
"Nah- but if we don't find a cure- then John's a goner and Ringo will kill us"
"Yeah- but Brian will strip us of our masculinity before he kills us- so I really think we should find this antidote." Paul replied.
"Fair point- so, how're we going to find this cure?" George asked, somewhat desperately.
"I don't know- if I did, I would've found it by now" Paul almost shouted.
"Ok OK" George sighed, holding his hands in the air in defeat. "I was only asking"
"Look, sorry George, but I'm so worried about John- Ringo I'm not so worried about, he was only shot- but John's got something that WILL KILL HIM if we don't find a cure for this."
Sorry it's so short- and rubbish, but I'm distracted and I haven't got many ideas for this chapter ;P XD (C: