- POV Ringo Starr –

I knock on John’s door. I’ve to talk to him. We got a big problem. And that problem is called George. I worry a lot about my mate. This morning when I visited him he looked so weak. I almost didn’t recognise him because the way he looked. Mental was a bad choice. And now, he’s stuck in there. We can’t make him free… It hurts me. It terrifies me. I think he might die soon. If he can… I think he can. He barely couldn’t do anything when I went. That was just in 5 days’ time. Just crazy.

John opens the door and sees my worried look. “Rings, You alright?” He asks.

“No, I’m not. George needs our help. Very soon.” I say stating.

John looks down at me. He’s so much taller than I am. “What do you mean?” He asks.

I still see scars in his neck from George’s last bite. And not only that. John holds onto things to keep him from falling. “He’ll die.” I say.

John frowns his eyebrows.

“I’m serious.” I walk in and take John to the living room.

“Not that quick.. slowdown.. please..” John begs.

I slow down and look guilty. “Sorry John..” I say.

John lets himself fall on the sofa and puts a blanket over himself. “How do you mean he will die? He’s a vampire.. They can’t die..” he asks.

“John, George is pale. He has aging wrinkles everywhere. He barely could move himself. He told me he needed blood. I gave him a little bit from myself. I had to feed him. He’s too weak John. And the Mental Hospital doesn’t do anything for him. They think he’s crazy. I heard them saying it. They didn’t let me take him home. They want to hold him till he’s better. Which is never going to happen. He will die! I’m sure!!” I tell the whole story what happened when I visited George. At the end I start breaking. I don’t want George to die. He’s my mate.

“Ssh… We get him home.” John says with a little concern.

I’m not sure if this concern is for George or when he’s back and strong enough that he will kill John again. It also might be both… I snap out of my thoughts. “How..?” I ask.

“Kidnapping?” John suggest.

“You know how well the security is over there.” I reply.

“Can he walk?” John asks.

“Not at all. He can’t even sit. Or hold something.” I reply, slowly I get annoyed by John. I think he doesn’t really care about George. While he just a few days ago cared as much for him like it was his brother. Is it the bite he got realized that this went maybe a bit too far? Does he realize George is gone?

“Want some tea lad?” John asks.

“What? Ehm.. Yes..” I reply, snapping out of my thoughts.

John gets up and moves to the kitchen leaning against the wall and using chairs, tables, and everything else around him to keep him from falling.

I turn back in worry and get up. “John?”

I turns his head and looks at me.

“Are you alright?” I ask. I walk over to him.

“Yes.” John replies. He shakes a little on his legs.

I pick him up. “Why are you so weak?”

“Weak? No, I’m not. It’s..” John sighs. “Okay I tell you. I feel strange since that bite..” John replies.

I look concerned. “Open your mouth.” I say. I want to check his tooth just in case he got vampire teeth.

John opens his mouth and nothing is being seen there. “Why do I even need to open my mouth?” He asks.

“I was checking if you was a vampire. But you’re not.” I sigh and put him down on the sofa. “I get myself a cup of tea. And I get one for you. You are not walking but resting.” I walk to the kitchen and think. What can it be. Is he poisoned? Or infected by an bacteria? I sigh. I hate it to have so much questions without an answer. I make tea and bring the two cups to the living room. John is laying on the sofa. Just like I asked him to. “Here.” I hand him his tea.

“Thanks Rich.” He replies and sips the tea.

“We really should make George free.. Maybe he knows what is going on with you… Just maybe..” I say.

“He doesn’t know. He barely know anything about what is going on to himself either. So why would he know what is going on, on me?” John says in his speak style.

I sigh. “This is going to be pointless.”

“I have an idea..” John says.

“What is it?” I ask curious.

“We can’t free George. But what if we secretly give him hospital blood, so he keeps alive.” John says.

“But then?” I ask.

“No clue. But it gives us more time.” John says.

“And anyway.. How do we get hospital blood?” I ask.

“Steal it?” John replies.

I shake my head. “I don’t like stealing..”

“What if it’s the only choice?” John asks.

“I don’t know.” I say. I get up. “I’m going home. I should think about this. It’s so much. It’s too much.” I say which is pretty true. I mean.. George.. Best friend George… He’s just dying by people who doesn’t believe. And dear John who is maybe really ill. We don’t know. But I’m sure I should tell this to Paul. But not today. I look at my watch and see it’s already ten by night. I sigh. “Sleep John. You need it.” I say and also know John won’t listen to me by saying he should sleep. A man in the 20s won’t listen for a bit of sleep.

“Alright.. Sleep well.. See you soon.” John says, surprising he seems to listen to me and closes his eyes to sleep.

“Goodnight John.” I say and walk outside to my house and warm bed. I miss my bed. I miss a good night of sleeping. A few days I haven’t got any good sleep.