"I think she's waking up."

"You've been saying that for the past hour, bloody git."

"No, I think it's for real this time."

"Alright, well then give her some space you two."

My eyes fluttering open to the muffled bickering only to see it was John, Paul and my uncle standing beside the bed looking down at me hopefully.

I looked down at myself to see I was hooked up to a respirator and I was in fact in a hospital. My heart rate quickened feeling panicked, what had happened? My head was throbbing immensely and I still felt exhausted like I hadn't gotten any sleep for days. When my eyes met the three of them they practically jumped with joy.

"What happened?" I asked in confusion sitting myself up weakly.

"What happened is you nearly gave me a heart attack." My uncle huffed titling me back so I was leaning back on the bed once again. I opened my mouth to speak but Paul cut in suddenly.

"You had an asthma attack." He spoke softly. "The doctor says it was caused by a mixture of the cold air and the smoke from down in Club." He shook his head, his eyes full of sorrow and sympathy.

"I, I don't have asthma." I spoke breathlessly. Okay, maybe I do have asthma, I thought to myself trying to steady out my breath. A mixture of the cold air and smoke.

It suddenly became clear why I could never be around smoke without feeling at a shortness of breath or even be able to smoke a cigarette without nearly wheezing out a lung.

"I'm going to go tell the doctors you're awake." My uncle gave me a kiss on the forehead before heading to the door of the hospital room. My eyes followed him to where someone was standing at the door. I squinted my eyes to focus on a tall slender figure at the door with roses, George.

It was fortunate I was already at a hospital, because for a moment I swore my heart stopped. I held my breath and my hands instinctively went into fists nervously. For a moment there was complete silence in the room, making me want to sink into the floor and disappear, the tension began to thicken as the two of them noticed George.

"Erm, we'll, give you two a moment." Paul nudged John in the ribs, to which John stayed motionless as he stared daggers into the other guitarist's head. Paul rolled his eyes and grabbed the collar of John's leather jacket.

"Come on." Paul mumbled dragging John with him out of the room. I gulped feeling no saliva in my mouth. He looked miserable, with dark bags underneath his eyes and a frown etched over his lips. Wordlessly, he started to inch his way over to the side of the bed, looking at my current state with sorrow in his soft brown eyes.

"Poppy, I-I'm so," He stumbled over his sentence, seeming to not have the right words for what exactly he wanted to say, his eyes seeming to be glazed over with tears.

"-You don't have to apologize George." I looked into his eyes. "If you want to date Iris," I took a shaky breath trying to fight back tears. I shifted my attention to my hands for a moment to collect myself, then found the strength to look him in the eyes again.

"That's alright." I spoke with my voice quivering. I saw a deeper look of hurt and nervousness begin to wash over his features, distressed.

"I don't want to date Iris." He spoke softly, nervously holding out the bouquet of roses out for me to grab. Hesitantly, I took them making his shoulders relax slightly. There was a moment of silence as I kept my eyes glued to the lovely roses that were the most beautiful ones I'd ever seen before.

I took a moment trying to gather my thoughts before turning back to him, frustration growing inside of me and questions starting to give me a bigger headache than the one that was was already pounding in my skull.

"Then, why'd you-" I spoke quietly, my eyebrows creasing together with confusion. I felt too weak to overthink, simply letting my mind draw a blank as I watched shame overpower his whole body.

"-I was wrong. I was pissed out me mind. I was just," He looked down at me upset. "I let me insecurities control me." He gulped nervously. By now my heart was pounding as fast as it had been the first time I met him.

"I saw you with Ringo and I felt like you enjoyed being 'round him more. I'm so, so sorry, I've been so awful." He spoke shame faced. I reached out and gently grabbed his hand that was at his side.

He seemed, genuine.

"I like Ringo as a friend." I sent a weak smile shaking my head. "I like you George." I spoke making his expression soften and a smile appearing to start tugging his lips upward.

My smile dropped with uncertainty now. I looked down to the flowers, I really liked George, but what he did had really hurt me.

"Hearing what happened," He paused shaking his head referring to my asthma attack I had after what had happened at The Casbah Club.

"I realized I couldn't live without ye'. I couldn't bear the thought that I had hurt you. I'll do anything to make it up to ye'." He spoke sadly.

I was about to speak when a sudden voice cut the moment short.

"Poppy!" Ringo exclaimed from the doorway happily. George and I's focus was torn apart from each other and put onto the frantic drummer who looked overpowered with relief. I let go of George's hand and stared at the messy haired boy filled with energy in front of us.

"I came as soon as I heard you were awake!" He wheezed out of breath from running. I giggled along with George watching him stumble his way into the room followed by my uncle and the doctor.

"Well good morning Penelope." The doctor spoke cheerfully making me absentmindedly tense up at the name he'd used. I only really heard that name if I was in trouble after all.

"So I heard you had quite the scare on Friday?" He smiled.

"How long was I unconscious for?" I asked in a daze seeing it looked very overcast and rainy outside.

"Today is Sunday, you were out for a day." He spoke and I nodded hesitantly.

Once the doctor had given me his talk about how to treat my asthma with pills and puffers he let me be released and I was unhooked from the respirator.

He said for awhile I wouldn't have much energy and that I shouldn't stay outside or near smoke for long. Since I was still very weak and tired I was put in a wheelchair to be escorted to the car. Before going I changed into a blue dress so I wasn't stuck wearing the hospital gown who's backside was much too revealing for comfort.

"Can I push?" John asked the nurse if he could push my wheelchair making my eyes widen. I looked up at the nurse and starting shaking my head quickly in fear. Before I saw the rest of the conversation between John and the nurse I was already moving out of the room and in the hallways of the hospital. I tensed up, tightening my grip on the bouquet or roses on my lap that George had given me.

"You didn't think I'd let John push ye' did you love?" I heard Paul's voice behind me making me relax. I giggled slightly and looked over my shoulder to see it was Paul wheeling me towards the elevator with everyone trailing behind us. Paul gave me a wink as my eyes met his making me giggle uncontrollably as he picked up his pace skidding around corners goofily.

"You better be careful McCartney!" My uncle called nervously from behind us making me laugh so hard all the breath was gone from my lungs, not that that would be hard to do in my current state. Just as we were turning the corner to where the elevators were a nurse came out of nowhere just in front of us.

"Watch out!" I screamed as the woman flinched, about to be run over by the wheelchair. I closed my eyes tightly together and prepared myself for the collision, but felt no impact. The wheelchair jerked side to as before I knew it we were at a stop. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes to see we had completely went around the nurse and we were now in front of the elevators and Paul was pressing the button to go down.

"I think I ought to wheel myself now." I gulped with my hand on my heart feeling it beat rapidly. He chuckled lightheartedly with reddened cheeks.

"Did he hurt you??" I heard my uncle call behind us breathlessly. I giggled to myself as the elevator doors opened, wheeling myself in with the roses in my lap.

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Once we were out of the hospital and in the parking lot it was time to say goodbye to the boys, who I could now all call best friends. My uncle got into the car as I stood by the passenger door.

"I'm glad you're alright Epstein." John said sincerely, patting my shoulder. I smiled lazily and nodded. Something they given to me in the hospital must've caused drowsiness and I was really starting to feel it.

"Yeah, I nearly had a panic attack when I heard you'd had an asthma attack because of the smoke. I can't help but feel responsible, I mean after all it was my gig." Ringo spoke glumly looking at the ground.

"It's not your fault Ritchie. It's better to know sooner that later. Who knows what would've happened if I hadn't have had Paul there." I sighed with a smile as his expression lightened a little.

I turned to George whom was looking down at his hands gloomily as well and pecked him on the cheek. He looked at me and his face reddened into a deep shade of crimson.

"I'll see you soon then?" I smiled at George hopefully. He nodded his head happily. John took George by the shoulder happily and they started walking away to the car. Ringo went with them, but Paul stayed behind for a moment.

"I'm really glad you're alright love." He sighed looking down at me with a small smile. I inhaled deeply letting a smile peak on my lips.

"Thank you Paul." I have him a hug which he returned warmly, his hands rubbing up and down my back. As we pulled away I turned to the car door.

"Poppy?" Paul said nervously. I turned around to see he looked tongue tied, biting his lip and rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants.

"Yes?" I spoke with a smile.

"I....It's nothing, I'll see you soon." He spoke quickly before turning to join the other four in leaving. I stood there for a moment wondering what that meant.

"Poppy?" My uncle called from the drivers seat.

"Erm, coming!" I said getting into the passenger seat of the car.