Okay, so I hope I wrote this out where you can understand it. Tell me if you can't, and I'll try to explain it.
Disclaimer: Annabelle.
Part 4: Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Chapter 19: Within You Without You
Paul's POV
I felt like I was racing back to the flat. I was biting my nails nervously, but couldn't have been more excited if I tried. I was going back to see my Annie. The love of my life. I passed a sign that said London was just 17 kilometers down the road. I could feel my heart pounding, and the more I thought about Annie, the more excited I got.
I just hoped she wanted me back, too.
3rd Person POV
It was a race to get Anna to the hospital. John drove and Ringo sat next to him. She had come around not too long ago, but they could all hear her heavy breathing from the pain sitting in the back with George, who held her, watching her with caring eyes. They all felt so helpless as tears began to creep down her cheeks and she rolled into George's chest, letting out soft sobs.
"We're almost there, Annabelle. Hang in there." John kept looking in his rearview mirror and Ringo stayed turned around in his seat.
"It hurts." She whispered to George, tightening her grip on his shirt.
He shushed her and rubbed her back, "I know, I know,"
"Georgie?"
"Hm? What is it, love?" he winced when he saw how pale and green her cheeks were.
"I miss Paul."
Paul's POV
"Annie!" I burst into the flat with the biggest smile on my face. No one was in the main room, so I ran into the other rooms of our home. I couldn't find anyone. John, George, Ringo, Annie; they were all gone. I stepped into our practice room, it was empty, too. But it looked as if they'd been practicing and not put their things away, when I spotted a piece of paper with my name on it. I picked it up and red, but what I read sent my mind into shock.
Paul,
If you get back and the lads and I still aren't home, we're at the hospital. Annabelle's really sick. Come ASAP.
John
I was out the door in two seconds flat.
3rd Person POV
"We need a doctor. Quick." John ran up to the front desk with Ringo holding open the door for George to carry Anna through. There was a nurse behind the receptionist and she looked up from her clipboard, walking towards them. She looked rather bored.
"What seems to be the problem, loves?" she said.
"It's Belles!" Ringo joined John, "She really sick."
"Well, let's have a look see." She came around the desk and approached George and Anna, who had tear stains on her cheeks with fresh ones still coming on. She looked even worse in the florescent lighting. She was ghostly white and her cheeks were tinted pink and green. She was sweating all over and her whole body trembled with pain and illness. The nurse took one look at her and stopped.
"Oh my, let's get you into a room, love. Follow me."
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Paul ran into the hospital lobby and looked around franticly. Anna and the lads were nowhere to be found. He darted towards the check-in desk.
"Is there an Annabelle Finey here?"
The lady rolled her chair over to a filing box and flipped through it, pulling out a file, "Yes, right down the hall on your left."
He barely had time to hear her instructions before taking off down the corridor. He turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. John, George and Ringo were all standing there, silent. John leaned against the wall, biting his thumb nail, next to George sitting on the floor. Ringo paced back and forth down the hall, and when he turned he spotted Paul. He tapped John's shoulder and he, too, looked up, as did George.
"Hey, Paul," John approached him.
"What's going on?" Paul ignored his greeting, "Where's Annie?"
John sighed, "She's in that room, there. But we can't go in yet."
Paul walked by him and peeked into a crack where the door wasn't closed all the way. He could see the nurses looking Anna over, and his stomach dropped at the sight of her.
"The doctors say she's gonna be fine. She just needs some rest and fluids." John was behind him. About that time, the doctor came out.
Paul stopped him before he could walk off, "Pardon me, but can I see her?"
He looked back at Anna, then at him, "Don't wake her."
Paul nodded and quietly stepped inside. Anna was defiantly asleep, but she didn't look comfortable. He pulled up a chair next to her bed and sat. He took her hand and caressed her knuckles with his thumb without a word, watching her squirm and fidget. A single tear fell from his eye. The others watched from the door.
"Come out," John whispered, "let's leave them to it, then."