Eighty six

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He slowly regained consciousness. He was on a brand new bed, in a brand new room.

Ringo shot up, mouth opening to scream.

No sound came out.

A small, pathetic squeak escaped his throat.

He couldn't believe what was happening. The last thing he could remember was the clouds, the white, cottony clouds and the rabbit. He remembered George trying his best not to cry in front of him. He remembered giggling like a fucking lunatic and kissing his cheek.

Then he remembered George with the tape recorder as he sipped his lemonade---

The lemonade.

"He drugged me." Ringo rasped out, tears filling up his eyes. "He fucking drugged me."

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