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Paul's P.O.V.
Not five minutes later the nurses left, and so did the large men. Paul looked quickly around… no one was watching. He nonchalantly stood up stuffing his hands in his pockets faking calm, he made a steady pace for the large metal doors and busted in breaking into a full on sprint down the corridor, he glanced through each glass window until at last he spotted Rachael. Doctors and nurses crowded around her bed side,
"She's back." One of them proclaimed. A collective sigh of respite filled the room. Paul put a hand to his mouth almost crying out with relief
"Fetal monitor." He ordered, Paul ducked down as they turned around trying not to be noticed. At last they filed out of the room and Paul stood back up with a sheepish scowl. The doctor noticed him and strode over,
"She's alive, Mr. McCartney." Paul raised an eyebrow,
"What's going on?" He asked, glancing over the doctors' shoulder trying to get a better look into the room,
"She's in somewhat stable condition." He said checking his clipboard. "She's unconscious right now, she lost quite a bit of blood." Paul couldn't even see straight. He pushed past the doctors into the room pulling a chair over next to her bed. There was blood staining the sheets. Paul couldn't help but remember the last time he saw his mum. There was blood everywhere- Mike and him didn't know what was going on, no one would tell them. He felt as hopelessly lost then as he did now. The doctor followed him in continuing his spiel.
"What about the babies?" He blurted out,
"They're preparing the fetal monitors now. We'll know in a moment or so." He left the room, Paul turned his attention back to Rachael's sleeping form.
"See Rach. It'll all be okay. You just have t' wake up for me, yeah?" He sniffled.
"Come on, I know you're just joking. Yer gonna wake up and laugh at me 'nd call me a git for worrying so much, and I'll laugh too, right?" He kissed her again trying to wake her up, her lips were icy and unresponsive; feeling out of place beneath his,
"And we'll go home, and we'll take care of the kids. And they'll be happy to see us." He kissed her again, his tears getting on her face, his heart was aching from sobbing,
"And you'll get better, and we'll be better, and we'll be happy." He pulled her closer, "And we'll be together, hell, we'll get a house together. We'll fill it with lots of babies, right? Yeah, lots and lots of babies. Half of them can look like you 'nd the other half can look like me, right?" He was trying to convince himself,
"You and I will be so happy. We'll argue about stupid things, and then we'll have a laugh over it. Just like we always do, yes?" She was stock-still; Paul pulled her even tighter, bawling now.
He finally had to let go when a nurse walked in taking a quick scan then pulling up Rachael's shirt she squirted some sort of liquid gel on her stomach and pressed a machine against it. Paul didn't even glance up at her, he was staring at Rachael's face willing her to wake up.
Thoughts raced through his head a mile a minute, 'What if she didn't wake up?, She couldn't just leave him.' His worry was laced with guilt, 'He should've brought her in earlier', then to the future, 'He didn't know if he could raise three children by himself', then to the past, 'The moment he met her in Germany, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He followed her fanatically like a puppy', then to the what-if's, 'What if she woke up, and was too damaged to continue to live normally?'
"I see two fetal heartbeats." The nurse informed him; pulling him away from his thoughts. Another thing struck him like a jab to the side- where in the world had he heard that voice before? "They're going to be okay." Paul finally glanced up at her completely shocked. This woman had to be in her forties; she was a dead ringer for his mum. He must've looked like a complete idiot sitting there with his mouth hanging open. The woman gave him a small smile and nodded,
"They'll be okay. Just let it be." The woman left the room. He couldn't believe his own ears; the doctor came back in,
"Right then, Mr. McCartney, we don't know exactly what's going on, we're going to let it waver for a bit, and see which way she goes." Paul nodded as the doctor left again, He crawled up onto the bed scooting her just a bit, careful not to mess with any of the wires. He pulled her close resting his forehead against hers,
"Hear that? You just have t' wake up, that's all. Then we can get outta 'ere. Remember, Rach? Remember what I told you? We're gonna be so happy. You just wait and see. You know what? Once we fill that house with babies we're gonna watch them all grow up. And we're gonna get old together, and even then we'll still be together." He pushed the hair out of her eyes continuing to make promises to her.
"You just wait. And Lily will grow up 'nd have her own family 'nd William will too. And Holly will stay little forever, because she's just too sweet to grow up, see? It's going t' be fantastic. And I'll pass away before you do, 'cause I can't live without you. And you'll pass away after me, a really old lady, just not here, not now." He begged, kissing her again,
"Okay? You just have t' promise me that? I can't do this alone, please love." He didn't know what to do anymore, she wasn't responding to his pleas, he rocked her close continuing to make promises, sooner or later doctors came filtering back in checking monitors, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and leaving.
Eventually an orderly wheeled in a telephone for his use, he sat up a little straighter and attempted to regain a somewhat normal voice for the children. He called Lucy- the children had slept through the entire ordeal, they were playing with their cousins right now. He called Teddy- he had kept the incident quiet, and was still working on the legal stuff for Rachael. He called Mike- Paul told him what had happened, Mike was on his way up to see them. He finally put down the phone and turned back to her, she had regained a fairly normal color, and she was resting comfortably.
"Okay Rach, darling. All you've got to do is wake up." He told her again, pulling her head so it was resting on his chest getting comfortable himself, "That's all." He drifted off into sleep, he woke about an hour later rubbing his sticky crying eyes, he kissed her on the head and made it down the hall to the bathroom to clean himself up.
Mikes P.O.V.
He someway managed to get into the hospital, security was tighter than usual. He was led down the corridor by a nurse, who he was sure he recognized. He couldn't get a clear view of his face, but being near her made him feel much calmer. She left him outside of Rachael's door, Mike peeked in, Paul was nowhere to be found. He went over the last phone call he received in his head- Paul was frantic, his voice was hoarse and he was distressed. Apparently Rachael started bleeding and Paul was blaming himself, saying over and over that he should've taken her into the hospital sooner. Mike somehow managed to find out where they were and took the car upfrom Liverpool to the hospital.
Mike walked over to the side of Rachael's bed, she looked peaceful, and she was sleeping. He took a seat and reached for her hand, within a second she woke up. Her eyes were large and confused,
"Oops sorry to wake you, lovely." She looked over at him and tilted her head to the side,
"I'm in the hospital, right?" She said in a raspy voice. Mike nodded,
"Yes, you gave our boy quite a scare. What happened?" She looked thoughtful for a moment,
"Well we were in the hotel, and the last thing I remember was telling Paul I was bleeding…. That's all… I think?" She said quietly, her throat sounded sore. Mike smiled and patted her hand,
"That's as far as I got with 'im. He was going barmy on the phone, how do ya feel?" She nodded touching her stomach, with a near frantic look on her face,
"Fine… Uhm where's Paul?" Mike looked around, not a moment later Paul came in surveying the situation then sprinted over to the bed nearly tackling her,
"Don't you ever scare me again like that!" He shouted, and started crying. Paul hopped up on the bed frantically kissing her all over her face, Rachael looked all the more confused. Mike chuckled,
"Take it easy, lad. She's just as baffled as you are." Paul pulled away looking at her then pulled her back into a suffocating hug,
"You're so fucking stupid, Rachael!" He was crying again, "Don't ever do that again." Rachael still had that confused look upon her face, Mike managed to pry Paul off of her,
"Right then lad, tell her what happened." Mike said taking charge of the situation. Paul was still crying like a fool, Mike patted him on the back urging him to spill the story,
"You got really sick, 'nd you were bleeding. So we had t' call an ambulance and they brought us 'ere. And you wouldn't wake up, and I went crazy." He broke into another fit of sobs, and pulled her close,
"Don't do that ever again, do you hear me?" At once Rachael laughed a little before placing a hand on her stomach,
"What about-" Paul cut her off,
"They're fine, the nurse saw two heartbeats." She looked relieved; Mike patted him on the back and left the room to give them a moment of privacy.
Rachael's P.O.V.
I didn't remember much of what happened, I was still feeling nauseated and Paul was sobbing. He kept telling me how stupid I was and that I shouldn't ever do that again, I was relived though, the babies were okay, and they saw two heartbeats. I pulled back from Paul's viselike grip for a moment,
"What about the older kids?" He rocked me back and forth,
"Lucy has 'em. Oh my God," He started chuckling like madman again, "I thought I was going t' lose you!" He rubbed my back still giving me kisses on the cheek,
"Why are you laughing?" I asked starting myself,
"I dunno, I went fucking nuts. Wait…" He pulled back looking me over, "You woke up for Mike, not me. What the hell, Rach?" Small smile appeared on his face,
"Sorry…" I said giggling he pulled me back into the hug.
Paul's P.O.V.
Nothing else mattered anymore, she had woken up and everything was going to be okay. He and Mike left Rachael to a nurse to be cleaned up and the doctor was giving them instructions,
"We're not out of the woods yet, you're going to have to keep a close eye on her, Mr. McCartney." Mike nudged him and he nodded,
"She's also underweight… not horribly but she does need to start gaining it." He flipped the page, "Anemic." He mumbled Paul raised an eyebrow,
"What's that mean?" The doctor scribbled something down,
"It's from not eating. It can be changed though. She'll need a lot of red meats- things of those kinds. I'd advise you to keep her out of high stress situations for at least the next week." Paul thought back to the house, 3 energetic children, the press outside her gate, and never ending phone calls. "She is going to be released tomorrow morning, you two can wait out here, they're still administering treatment." The doctor left and Mike nudged him again,
"So what's the plan, lad?" Paul thought about it for a moment burying his hands in his pockets and looking around the hallway,
"I don't know, I guess I'll take 'er home-" Mike cut him off,
"Listen, what if Ang and I took the kids for the week, so you can get her to relax?" Paul bit the inside of his cheek, "They can come back with me, and we'll stay at Da's house." The idea became more and more clear,
"I could take her up to Scotland, maybe?" Paul thought aloud, "I bought that farm up there a while back, 'aven't seen much of it." Mike clapped his shoulder,
"There you go, kid." Paul and Mike quickly made plans, Paul was going to take the family back to London to pack and on the way up to Scotland, he and Rachael were going to drop the kids off in Liverpool for the week.
The two men waited patiently until the doctor's were done cleaning her up and administer medicine. When he went back into the room she had her eyes closed resting comfortably. A moment of worry passed over him as he sat down on her bed, thankfully she opened her eyes, he couldn't help but feel relieved.
"'Ey pretty girl, how're you feeling?" He asked gently. She gave him a weak smile,
"Alright." He gave her a smile gripping her hand tightly and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"How would you like to go to Scotland with me?"
"Scotland?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah. On the farm up there." She tilted her said to the side as if to ask; why, "The doctor said that you 'ave t' take it easy fer a week… so going back to London probably isn't such a great idea."
"What about the kids?" Mike stood up from his perch next to the window,
"Ang and I will take 'em fer the week." He said winking at her. Paul chuckled and waited for her response.
"What about-" Paul cut her off,
"All of us are goin' back home to pack. On the way up we're dropping the kids off in th' 'Pool and you and I are goin' t' Scotland, yes?" Mike left the room to give them a moment.
"Does it have indoor plumbing?" She asked seriously. He could see a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth; he knew she was teasing.
"Yer a smartarse," he chuckled. "And yes it does, ma'am." She shrugged her shoulders leaning back,
"Rachael Belter, I, Beatle Paul McCartney, am asking you to go with me to Scotland. Most girls would jump at the chance."
"I don't know," She said softly, Paul didn't know what to think, "Beatle Paul and I haven't been getting along lately." Paul sighed giving her a look over,
"Beatle Paul has been having a rough time of it. He'd rather just be plain old Paul McCartney for a little while." She looked thoughtful,
"Alright I guess, only if I get to go with Regular Paul not Beatle Paul." She grabbed his wrist and took a look at his watch, Paul chuckled; "It's like 6:00, Why don't you go have dinner with the kids?" She asked, Paul felt a bit apprehensive, he didn't want to leave and have something bad happen. By now Mike was back in the room he put a hand on Paul's shoulder,
"I'll take care of the brat." He said giving Rachael a smirk, Rachael flipped him the finger, Paul took one last look over her before grabbing his coat,
"Alright, I'll be back soon. Take care of her Mike." He warned, Mike saluted him flipping on the telly before turning back to Rachael,
"Shove over, lovely. Uncle Mike wants to lie down." Paul smiled as he left the room knowing she was in capable hands.