The next few weeks were full of fun [or in Paul's eyes:chaos]. George played with Ringo in the daytime and they had fun annoying a working John and a fussy Paul together.  

They didn't seem to notice the mess they were making around the house. It didn't matter much anyway;Paul cleaned it up anyway so it was done 'properly'. 

The only thing was, they couldn't fake illness for much longer. Brian desperate to get them in the studios for their new album, but John [still] hadn't finished the antidote [despite his late nights and early mornings of working on it].

So they were all relieved when he did finally finish it. 

"Well, here goes nothing..." John stuck the needle into Ringo.

"Those words weren't very wise, John," Paul tutted.

They all stared at Ringo, who was placed on the table. 

Nothing happened. 

15 minuets later. 

Still nothing. 

"It didn't work!" wailed John, trying not to cry.