((A/N: This will probably be a really long chapter. I'm trying to get all of the birthday preparations out of the way here so that the next chapter will just be the gift for Caroline.))
"Carrie, where would ya like t' go fer your birthday?" George asked even though his voice was wobbling.
"Can we go to America?! Please, Daddy, please! Johnny said it was really gear there!" Carrie enthused.
"Of course, sweetie... We 'ave t' get some things done here first, though," George smiled weakly.
Caroline didn't detect anything was wrong with George. Neither did John. He just figured George was still a little shaken up over Linda calling.
No one knew that George was struggling to live right now. He had to take an unearthly amount of medication because his injuries were acting up again and it hurt him to move. That and he was getting sick, really sick. It hurt him to talk and especially to sing. His chest felt like it was clogged up and he couldn't breathe.
George let out a shaky breath as he looked up at John. John smiled and kissed George's forehead.
"We'll clean up 'round 'ere an' go, m'k, love?" John said.
"Yeah. Tha's good, John..." George muttered.
Caroline ran off to her room to start cleaning up. George pushed himself up out of the chair and collapsed in pain. Tears were jetting down his face and his sobs were weak.
"George?! George! Georgie, sweetie! Oh, George, it's okay... Tell Johnny what's wrong..." John cooed as he cradled George.
George cried on John's shoulder, his whole body shaking. "I'm sick, Johnny..."
"I figured as much... Ye've lost an unholy amount of weight an' appetite... Why didn't ye tell me sooner?" John muttered.
"I don't want ya t' think 'm weak..."
"I'd never think yer weak. I love ye, George Harrison. Yer my world..." John whispered as he kissed George. "Sweetie, ye always tell me everythin'. Why didn't ye tell me?"
"I'm awful, John. I can't go on..."
"Ye always say tha'..."
"I wouldn't say it this time if I wasn't dyin'."
"Yer not dyin'! Don't say tha'!" John clutched George closer and let his sobs cover everything else. "Yer not dyin'... Ye can't, George... Ye jus' can't..."
"'m not really, but it feels like it..." George muttered.
"It might but ye ain't gonna die on my watch!" John said as he stood. "Get up, love."
"I can't... It hurts too badly..." George whimpered.
John leaned over and yanked George up. George nearly screamed in pain as he almost fell again.
"It's okay... I got ye... I won't every let ye go, George... Never..." John muttered softly. "I'm always here for ye..."
"John..." George mumbled as he looked up at John's face. "What... What if I do die?"
"Ye won't."
"But what if?!"
"Ye'll be old as time when ye die. I'll die with ye. We'll never be apart. Ever. If it was possible, I'd... I'd marry ye, George..." John choked out. "I really do love ye..."
George studied John's face. He was serious. George smiled and kissed his lover deeply. "Never, ever leave me, okay, dear?"
"I never will." John smiled and kissed George back. "Let's get ready t' leave, alright?"
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All My Loving (On Hold)
FanfictionLife is rough for the Beatles. All the touring, being famous, surprisingly not having girlfriends... It was hard for them. It was all going downhill. Until one day... Warnings: Swearing. Hardcore swearing. Slash. Violence. Some reference to domestic...
