Ringo Imagine:

To say you were scared would be an understatement. A big one. You were frightened. You were shaking to the very core, so badly that you could practically feel your bones trembling. Your clammy hands that you constantly fiddled with were damp with sweat.

Maybe it was silly to be so scared of this. It wasn't as though he was dying. But this wasn't his first time in the hospital.

When you received the phone call from The Beatles' manager, Brian Epstein, telling you that your sweetheart, Ringo, was sent to the hospital due to a bad case of tonsillitis, you were frantic to say the least.

Ringo had grown used to the tense atmosphere of the hospital considering he had spent the majority of his childhood in the hospital. He had gotten used to the stench of sterile. The constant feeling of boredom. The tasteless food the doctors provided. All of it. You knew that.

What had gotten you so worried was that the experiences Ringo had at the hospital were not friendly. When he was only six, he developed appendicitis, which resulted him in a ten week coma after surgery. His recovery spanned twelve months. Yet after he was released, in 1953, he contracted tuberculosis, which resulted him in spending another two years at the hospital. He had been near death more than once when he was only a child, where his mother had been told multiple times that he would not make it. He always did, the strong boy.

Of course you were worried. Your Ringo had the worst luck when facing more hospital experiences.

When you pushed the door to his room with a teddy bear in your arms, however, you were surprised and relieved to see him awake, healthy, and smiling, albeit ever so slightly.

"Ritchie!" you squealed, skipping towards his bed and hugging him carefully, for you were afraid to hurt him.

"Hi sweetheart," he said a little hoarsely, kissing your cheek gently as you pulled away. "Glad to see you here. It's bloody boring."

"I'm glad to see you're okay!" you said breathlessly. "Oh, you look a little peaky. Do you want me to get you something to eat?"

"Love, please, don't worry your pretty head," Ringo chuckled. "All's well. I'm alright. Throat's a little sore, that's all. I got all the ice cream I wanted." He poked your side playfully with a cheeky smile.

"Oh, I bought this for you," you blushed, revealing the teddy bear to him. "I thought it was cute... maybe I shouldn't have bought it, now that I think about it, seeing as it's for children..."

"Y/N, I love it!" he said brightly, taking the stuffed animal and grinning childishly at you. "Any gift from you needs to be cherished forever. On the other hand, you're the best gift I could ever receive. And I'd like to think that you're mine forever."

"Well, forever's a really long time," you hummed. "And that's the way I like it."

Ringo smiled, leaned forward, and kissed you gently, allowing his lips to linger along yours for a bit, so you could savour the sweet moment.

"Ritchie," you whispered once you separated. "You scared me today."

"Did I?" he frowned worriedly. "Why's that?"

"Well... let's just say this isn't your first time in the hospital."

He nodded in understanding. "Yes... I suppose that's true."

"And... well, after what happened to you when you were a child... I was scared it would happen again... And I-I don't want to lose you." Your voice cracked in the end, your eyes beginning to swim with tears. "I love you too much to lose you."

"My Y/N," Ringo said with a reassuring smile, threading his fingers through your soft hair gently. "You're not gonna lose me. I don't plan on leaving your side anytime soon, y'know. Believe it or not, I love you too. More than you could ever know."

This time, it was your turn to lean. You brushed your lips against his, kissing him passionately, with all the love you had for him. He was your one and only, and you were his. You would remain that way, you knew, for a very long time. Forever, in fact.

The door flew open, though it didn't stop the two of you from your beautiful kiss. The remaining three Beatles and Brian were standing by the doorway with raised eyebrows.

"Alright, lovebirds, get a room!" John laughed.

"John," Paul muttered whilst containing a humorous smirk. "This is a room."