I Should Have Known Better (Sequel to That Boy)

Chapter 16

Paul is pretty doped up, but that's ok, it makes it even funnier. And shortish chapter again, but whatever. 

Enjoy!

Chapter 16: What the Hell is Wrong With You?

After a few more hours of waiting around, and still some worry between us even though we knew he was alive. I wondered when I would get to see him again, if I would at all. It seemed to take the longest time ever for anything to happen. 

Finally, some doctor came out, with the white lab coat, a clip board, and a name, "Anyone here for Paul McCartney?" Of course, I scrambled to stand up first, John being much more calm, though he was quick too. We rushed over to the doctor who talked to us, as he walked us out of the waiting room and down the hallway. 

"So," He looked down at the clip board, talking without feeling, like he did this every day, and he does, "We have quite a strange case here. He had a large clot in one of his important arteries, and it nearly cause heart failure," I couldn't help but feel that was somewhat ironic.

"Also, he had other much more technical issues with his lack of muscle, fat, and bone marrow. We managed to get in and fix the most important problems but he still needs a lot of healing so we are going to keep him here as long as we deem fit." He paused, looked up to see where we were going, nodded and continued, "Earlier he woke up just after the surgery and began crying for a girl, eventually fighting to get out of the bed and going on a rampage down the hallways until we got him." 

The doctor led us a while longer till we got to a shut door, where he stopped and turned back at us, "I believe he has just reawaken. but only one at a time please, we want to keep him calm and resting." The man quickly left, leaving the two of us out there. John looked at me.

"You should go in there first, " He told me quickly. I was about to refuse but he stopped me, "I know he's my best friend but he needs you more right now." I sighed, knowing he was right. I turned toward the door, and opened it quietly. 

The room was silent, except his breathing. It was what you expect from a hospital room really. One window with the shades drawn closed and it being very cold. The room was white, clean and simple. There were 2 chairs by the window, and one bed high off the ground. 

There were some tubes leading out to a bag full of what I wanted to think was water or medicine but I wasn't really sure. His wrist and ankles were tied to the bed while a thin blanket covered him. He was looking up at the ceiling, without thought, before he slowly looked over at me.

"Holly," He smiled again, at my name, so happy to see me there. He looked very tired, I wished he would sleep but I figured this would be one of the few times I could talk to him while he is awake and looking at me. 

I shut the door behind me, and went over to the side of his bed, looking at how the color in his face just barely returned, and how he seemed just slightly better, and more calm then earlier. They got him onto a better drug I guess.

I sighed and spoke,"What the hell is wrong with you?" He looked confused at what I said.

"What do you mean?" His voice was soft but just loud enough for me to hear. Paul's hand twitched slightly, wanting to feel me, probably my cheek. 

"I mean Jesus Paul!" I was ranted, "Well first you got to be all sick and shit just because I'm not your girlfriend anymore, and then you got that stupid huge gash on your chest which was stupid. Then when I try to leave like a normal person, you got to go all faint and scare the hell out of me, making me worry terribly. But while I fear the worse, you go on a rampage through the hospital, trying to fucking find me, destroying everything. You lucky someone didn't tackle you, trying to stop this bull shit!"

He blinked, expressionless, as I paused for breath, "Can you untie my limbs please?" I rolled my eyes, knowing he probably won't go all ape shit, like he did earlier, again, so I did. I went to the end of the bed, continuing to rant at him, blabbing my feelings and worries from the past while out, while starting to untie his bare feet.

"What kind of person does that? It's so...ugh! I mean I just wanted to move on, and be able to go home! But no, no you have to be all 'I'll die without you,'" I did my best impersonation of his voice, mostly just trying to be manly, "And get me to fucking stay. I've done nothing wrong in this life, why did I get stuck with you?! You can't even move on from one girl, a face in the damn crowd. What the hell? I'm sick for worrying about you, I'm sick of feeling sympathy for you, I just want one normal relationship for once! I fucking hate you Paul McCartney!" I felt like a little kid again, yelling at my neighbor for being stupid and fat again. 

I moved to his hands and sighed, "But I don't. I can't hate you anymore. I did when I was mad, or when we were little, but that was because I was just wrong. You'll search the ends of the Earth for me if I left. I just don't know how to take someone like you, with so much deep care for me. I'm no one of any importance in this world and yet you still want me. I'll never understand, and that's why I'm just so pissed now, because I don't get why you've done what you've done to me." I looked up from his hand, seeing his face. He  was still expressionless. 

But he wasn't really speechless. 

"I love you," He told me, without hesitation, "That's why I do what I do, because I love you Holly Marx," He was so serious, and I knew he was. But just hearing those words come from him made my heart jump slightly, and the butterflies in my stomach fluttered at those three stupid words that mean so much to him, and me. 

"Why?" 

He sighed, "How the hell am I supposed to know?" I couldn't help but smile, and he smiled back, speaking again, while putting his hands on my face. His thumbs brushed over my mouth, "There's that smile, I can't tell you how much I've missed it." It was silent, as we looked at each other with those eyes. His eyes were hazel again, he was happy again. 

We kissed, I voluntarily bringing my face to his, his hands still on my face. Our lips were perfectly fitted again, the world was perfect again. I put my hands lightly against his chest, holding my self up slightly. I was so happy he was alive, even if I was mad at him for his stupidity, and my own, I was still happy.

We pulled away, and  he held that stupid, goofy smile still, like he was still doped up with some drug they have given him. I couldn't help but smile back, it's was cute. I stood up straight, losing his hands but keeping our eyes connected. 

I remembered John suddenly, "Um, ah," I collected my words, feeling actually light headed from the kiss, his kiss, but I got myself together, "John's out there and he wants to see you too. They said, um, only one at a time could come in, so I better go get him," I was about to turn, to get John, when Paul put his hand on my arm, recalling my attention. 

"I want you to do something for me, please," I nodded at his request, knowing it could be important. And maybe I owed him something.

"Go home, where ever that may be for you know, and rest for the night ok? Clean yourself up, I know you must be tired. And if you happen to go to by my house, go into my closet. It's a mess but in the back, there is a box. You can have what's inside. And if you come back to see me tomorrow, bring what's inside with you." If, if I come back. He was so doubtful about me. I mean if he knew me as well as he thought, he should know better then to say that. 

"Alright," Paul took his arm away, slowly bringing it back to his side. Fragments of that goofy smile still hung on his face, "I'll see you tomorrow." I went for the door quietly, but stopped for a second and smiled. I don't think I've ever been so happy and angry at the same time.

His stupid lips and their amazing kisses.

I sighed happily as I slide out of the room, mostly quietly. John was leaning against the wall, worrying for his friend. He looked over at me, and stood back up. 

"Is he all right?" John was worried deeply yet I felt amazing. I twirled over to him, probably making him think I was high. 

"Everything is perfect John, everything." I felt wonderful. Couldn't wait to see him again, but first, I must find out what he has for me.