Whispers [ a Mclennon story]

Chapter six: We've got gigs to play

I will not let the monsters drag him back to his own personal hell.

Johns solid exterior full of witty comebacks and fiery opinions aren't just a show. He really was a

very strong man. He had to be. I was one of the few people who had ever seen John vulnerable.

But this was so much more than that. I had never seen him this way. It ate away at my insides,

made me feel so guilty to realize this couldn't be the first time he's gone through this and it had

taken me this long to see it. I never knew so much pain, such real agony could be inflicted by one's

own mind.

Just then i heard a small noise from John, he buries his face farther into me.

"John? What was that? What is it?"

"I said ......."

"John, you know you can tell me anything!" I cradle his chin in my hand, and his burning cheeks

quickly turn pink. He takes a deep breath and like a confused child, he looks up and mutters,

"I said, why are you naked.."

He pokes me in the belly button.

"Why "aren't" you naked?" I joke back at him, he is in fact still in a suit. He really doesn't seem to

mind my nakedness, he just kind of accepted it.

That was the least of my worries when I found him in the hallway.

Now, I'm not so sure...

We get up and I help John into the bathroom. His hands are spattered red from his cuts. They

look so painful, I'm surprised John hasn't said anything about them. That dream must really have

been terrible for him not to notice.

"Look at us Lennon.." You sigh and stand behind him in the mirror with your head on his

shoulder, "We're a wreck"

John holds his hands in front of his face, upon seeing the damage a sad look twists his features.

"Paul..how am i going to play my guitar! We've got gigs to play.. I can't..my hands.."

His eyes fall down, he bites his lip stifling a sob, and a single tear escapes.

The bathroom is now silent, theres a weight in my heart and I am suddenly flooded with emotion.

Do something Paul!

" I tell you something, I think you'll understand.." I softly begin to sing ,

" and I say that something..." I gingerly take his hands,

"I want " i softly kiss the back of his left hand, emphasizing my words,

"To hold" i plant a soft kiss on his right knuckles

"Your hands" i sing to him softly, his battered hands in mine.

Carefully I place one final kiss on his nose and wipe the tears from his velvety, crimson cheeks.

I start to walk out, I didn't want to be within swinging distance when john realized he had just

been kissed by his best mate.