The days went on. George told the guys about Allison's mother. Allie was careful to make sure the boys didn't know she wasn't eating because then they would make her eat, and she would not be thin and pretty. They offered her fish and chips for dinner one night, and although she craved them and her stomach rumbled, she stood strong and told them she was not hungry, as she had had a lot of them for lunch. George felt that there was something wrong with her, but did not ask her about it, not wanting to upset her.

It had been five days with nothing but tea, which she had been guilty about. Allison woke up from a nap while the guys were at a concert which she did not go to. They still weren't back and Beverly, her elderly babysitter, was watching her stories and didn't care what Allie did, so long as it didn't interrupt.

Her stomach rumbled loudly and she decided she needed to make up a story for her loss of appetite. She walked into the kitchen and tore the crust off of some bread, hiding the pieces at the bottom of the trashcan.

"Miss Beverly," she trilled loudly. "I am just going to have this sandwich I made earlier!"

"Alright, dear." Her sitter called back distractedly. Allie tossed the crusts onto the top of the trash, for the boys knew she hated them. That ought to last a while, she smiled smugly to herself. She started skipped back to her room when she got a dizzy spell. It had been happening often, but she passed it off as the effects of her getting prettier by the minute. When her head started spinning, she braced herself against the wall and waited for it to pass.

She went to her bathroom and closed the door to check her progress on her stomach. Her eyes bulged. She couldn't believe it! Her stomach was protruding more than before. How did that happen?

She shoved her shirt down and her head became light. Her stomach rolled and she ran to the toilet, leaning over it and waited for something to happen. She gagged and to her horror heard the door open and the boys dismiss Beverly. She dry retched until her eyes were stinging. Allison broke into a terrible fit of coughing. She heard a soft knock.

"Allie? You in there, love?" Allison gasped when she heard his voice. She struggled to catch her breath, and then ran to open the door for him. George saw her still lifeless eyes and felt bad when her usually rosy cheeks were pallid and colorless. She tried to smile for his sake.

"Hi George." Her head spun and her stomach clench, ready to cramp and roll over. She took deep breaths and concentrated on George, trying not to be sick.

"Are you alright, darling? I heard you coughing." He put a hand on her forehead. "Are you hungry?" Her eyes widened.

"No!" she panicked. George looked at her oddly. "I mean, I ate already. I'm not hungry. No, I'm not hungry." Her mind was reeling. I'm ruining it! He'll know! Allie's head was so dizzy. She leaned casually against the doorjamb.

"You're sure you're alright, yes?" he asked slowly. She nodded. "Okay. I'll be back later. Why don't you lie down?"

"I already rested for a while. I'll read." She didn't want to go all the way back to the bed, so far away from the convenience of the bathroom.

"Alright. I love you."

"Love you too, Georgie." She smiled and he left to join his band members. She looked around for a new book of poems that Brian had given her. She groaned and realized she had left it in the front room where the playful boys were. Her head whirled and she steadied herself before walking out to get her book.

"..and that's how you do it!" Paul concluded. Allison had walked in at the end of an apparently hilarious story, for the boys were rolled back in laughter. She slowly and dizzily got to the couch, praying that they wouldn't make her stay out there with them.

"Allie!" John yelled. She started and looked at him. "Let's dance!" Her eyes widened and she began to shake her head, but he had scooped her up and started twirling her. Allison's hair fanned out around her and her head spun as fast as she and John were. She tried to not think about her stomach that she wanted to just take out. John set her down, chuckling deeply, but his heart hurt for the fake smile she tried to give him as she stumbled. Allie picked up her book and flipped through it before looking up at John.

"I came to grab my book, not be a ballerina!" she tried to giggle. Her eyes focused and unfocused, black spots dotting her vision. She frowned as her legs got wobbly. She leaned against the arm of the couch and her hand dropped the book before falling limply against her leg. The boys looked at her, all of them slightly frightened.

"You alright, sweetheart?" Ringo asked nervously. Allie nodded weakly and tried to push off of the couch to stand up before she collapsed to the ground.

"Somebody go and get Brian," George ordered, running over to Allison. He picked her up and stroked her hair. The other three ran to get Brian, not noticing each other. Allie grabbed her head and moaned painfully at the impending headache mixing with the dizziness.

"Georgie, I don't feel too well." She whimpered. He shushed her and kissed her forehead.

"I know, sweetie. We'll get you better." The others rushed in.

"Eppy's got a car waiting," Paul panted. George nodded and grabbed Allie's black pea coat off of the couch arm. He wrapped it around her and threw his jacket over his arm. Allison's vision began to waver and she cried out in panic. George saw her starting to pass out. He bounced her to try and keep her awake.

"C'mon, sugar. Stay awake. Stay awake." The five of them were running to meet Brian in a car at the back door of the hotel. They slid in quickly.

"Where to, lads?" He asked before he saw Allie.

"The hospital!"

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