Novembers Cold Song 13

Title: November's Cold Song
Author: Robin Gurl
Part: 13
Warnings: Dramatic writing, OOC Paul, hurt/comfort, vomiting.


A/N Mawahaha. So I gots information about trains *feels so intelligent* and so if I mess up or misinterpret, let me know.

A HUGE thank you to the entire community, I just want to hug you all. I was expecting some support but definitely NOT what I got. ^_^ so TY every one. It really does mean a lot, especially since this community rocks so much.

So, I'm not going to dedicate this chapter to whoever it was that made the secret, ^_^ I'm going to dedicate this chapter to the wonderful people who helped me when I needed it.
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Brian had put his boys to bed as soon as the hands struck midnight on his watch. He'd done at least one thing right by getting them the private compartments to sleep in, instead of the community. However, standing in the doorway of one of the room's he'd gotten, he was wondering just why exactly the four of them were bunking in the same room.

Right now John and Ringo were easing Paul onto the bottom bed, careful not to jostle the lad. George was sitting on the top bunk staring down intently, waiting to see if he needed to jump in and help. Paul wasn't even half coherent, making the actual task of moving the younger man harder than it should have been. Any other time and the situation would have been hilarious.

"Paul, come on be a good lad and work with us." Ringo pleaded for what seemed the 10th time in less than 20 minutes. John only grunted as one of Paul's elbows smacked him in the middle. Paul for the most part seemed to be confused as to what exactly they wanted him to do. John finally took matters into his own hands (or arms as the case may be) and picked Paul up in a cradle position laying him on the double bunk. "Well that's one way of doing it." Ringo muttered.

"He's acting like he's smashed or something." George exclaimed from a top his bunk. "Have you given him that medicine the doctor gave us yet?"

"No, he's not been dosed up yet." John panted leaning against the mattress. "He's not the lightest lad around."

A weak "Shurrup." was heard from where Paul was lying and the other three only smiled. At least Paul wasn't to bad off.

"So John, you sleep with him on this bunk and I'll sleep either up with George or on the floor?" The last part trailed off as Ringo noticed there was hardly any room to actually sleep on the floor. Brian almost broke in with the suggestion of the other room that was still empty but John beat him to it.

"This bed's big enough for the three of us, by morning Paulie will most likely be on top of me anyway." John sat down on the edge of the bed pulling the thin sheet up to Paul's chin. Paul smiled sleepily and whispered a 'good night' before closing his eyes.

Ringo looked at John skeptically. "The three of us sharing a double bed?"

"We won't know until we try it out." John put in giving Ringo his devil smile. John started to undress pulling his boots off and jacket. "Oh come on Ringo, it's going to be alright. It's just for one night."

"Fine, but I get the side nearest the wall. I'm not going to be thrown or pushed off in the middle of the night." The drummer glared playfully and kicked off his boots. "George, you going to live up there alone?"

The youngest leaned over the side and nodded. "I'll be fine. However, you might not want to snore or John will thump you."

Ringo rolled his eyes and climbed onto the bed over Paul. He reached up and placed a quick kiss on George's lips before laying down beside the sick Beatle. John almost made a snide comment about their cute moment but stopped himself short when he realized it was more of jealously.

"I'll be nice to him tonight, George. If he snores I'll just kick him."
Brian made his way into their room and sighed. "What am I going to do with you four?"

"Send us to bed together because we've been naughty boys!" John shrieked playfully. He batted his eye lashes before pulling the covers up to his chin.

"As fun as that would be, I am going to advise none of that to take place. This train is already unsteady for Paul and seeing as you brought his fever back, John in one fell swoop, you don't need to even be thinking of that." Brian's glare was playful but serious at the same time. He bent down and picked up their discarded shoes and jackets throwing the shoes in the corner and laying the jackets over the bed railing. "You do know that there is a whole other room down the hallway, completely empty?"

"We're not splitting up, Eppy." John's playfulness disappeared and his gaze turned hard again. "If Paul has to be on this train, we're going to be here with him." George grunted his response and Ringo looked over Paul's sleeping form nodding his agreement.

"Alright, Alright. Well just know it is there if it gets to cramped in here. Sleep well, have good dreams and I'll see you in the morning." With that Brian left leaving the four of them alone.

"Think he'll make it through the night?" Ringo whispered putting a hand to Paul's forehead. He sighed when he felt the fever was still raging. "Before you get to comfortable, grab a towel and wet it. He'll over heat himself the way he's going."

John got up without complaint and grabbed the hand towel from the rack then dropped it into the tiny sink and wet it. After ringing it out he then sat back down on the bed and handed the wet cloth to Ringo who in turn gently laid it across Paul's forehead.

At first the younger lad squirmed and tried to get rid of the cold cloth but Ringo held it on there and whispered 'Calm down, it's going to help' in Paul's ear. At first nothing changed but slowly what Ringo said registured in Paul's mind and he stopped, laying still.

The train suddenly went over two huge bumps on the track making the four figures jolt with it. John held on to the railing above his head and kept one hand on Paul's shoulder. "He's not going to get any sleep if the train keeps going as it is."

Ringo sighed and turned his back to the wall to where he was facing Paul and lay there for a few minutes watching the younger man before his eyes closed and he fell asleep. John snuggled close to Paul wrapping one arm over Paul's body, letting the other know he was safe and then fell asleep.

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"John…gotta…get up." Paul's hoarse voice slowly woke John up from his deep sleep. "John!"

The other man's eyes opened and he stared blankly Paul's way. "What's wrong?"

"Going to be ill."

John's body moved on autopilot and he climbed off the side of the bed and reached down pulling Paul up to his feet. Paul wavered unsteadily as he was led to the small bathroom. The train jerked to one side nearly sending Paul into the door. "Woah, easy, son."

Paul slid to his knees and John had to look away knowing what was coming next. He automatically soothed his friend with, "It'll be alright, just let it run it's course." The sounds of someone being sick didn't last long this time and John heard a weak sigh as Paul all but collasped against the door frame. "Sounds like it's not as bad as usual," He offered kneeling down.
Paul glared up at him then grabbed onto John's arm trying to stand on his own. "It doesn't sound as bad, but it feels worse."

"How so?"

"I don't know, maybe it's just the train but my stomach still hurts."

"Let's get you back in bed then," John straightened up to his full height keeping a hand on Paul's back as he escorted his lover back to their bed.

In the dark John saw Ringo sitting up slightly, "John? What happened?"

"Everything is fine, Paul's stomach just decided to join in on the fun, right Paulie?" John carefully helped Paul back on the bed, he felt another hand reach up and help Paul lay down. Maybe Ringo sleeping in the bed with them was a good idea after all. "Alright, Paul?"

Paul nodded keeping one hand grasped in John's. Then he lay on his stomach his face turned toward Ringo. In moments the other two were asleep as well.

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The next morning George was the first one awake. He sat up sleepily glancing around the tiny room trying to remember where they were. Vaguely his mind reminded him of the entire situation with Paul. Carefully he climbed down off the bunk and went to use the facilities before the other three were awake.

John had been right about Paul being on top of him. While the lad wasn't exactly right on top of the other Beatle, he was quite close. Paul's arm had somehow been draped over John's middle, his head nestled in the crook of John's neck and one leg spread out over John's legs. Ringo was the second Beatle to awaken when Paul's other hand twitched softly, it was still grasped in Ringo's hand from the night before.

Ringo sat up and sighed remembering the second scene that had played out, the one he took care of solo because Paul didn't want to wake John up. The younger Beatle had woken up with stomach pain and had been deciding if he should go to the loo or wait it out. Ringo had been woken up when he'd heard Paul's soft moaning. He'd talked Paul into lying down and waiting it out. 'Just squeeze me hand if it gets to bad.' Ringo had told him. Reluctantly Paul agreed and they must have spent at least two hours waiting on the pain to subside.

"Should we wake them?" The eldest glanced up to see George standing in the doorway wearing his pajamas and stretching.

"I suppose so," Ringo poked John until the leader of the band groaned about disembowling the drummer on the spot. "Careful, John. Paul's pretty tangled up."

"Eh?" John's eyes opened and that was when he registured the weight of Paul's form on his own. He laughed softly. "I told you he'd wind up this way."

"Just lay still and I'll try and untangle the limbs." Ringo sat up and hovered over the two figures trying to decide what was the best way to do this. The first thing he did was move Paul's leg back to a normal position then he and John both moved Paul to where he was lying on his back, still sound asleep. "There."

Suddenly a knock was heard on the door and it slid open. In the doorway a waiter was standing with a rolling tray behind him. On the tray looked to be food. "Breakfast is served."

"Room service? I feel famous!" John joked sitting up and putting his glasses on.

"Mr. Epstein asked us to deliver the food, apparently one of you is feeling a bit under the weather?" The waiter asked as he picked up one of the plates of food.

"Yes, he's just not used to traveling." Ringo lied motioning towards the sleeping Paul.

"Well if you desire you may eat in here or I can escort you to the community room and you may dine in there."

"We'll stay here." John replied. "If it's all the same to you?"

"It's quite alright if you stay here. Let me get the lap trays then." The waiter disappeared for a short time then reappeared with four wooden trays to sit over their laps. During this time John had aroused Paul from his sleep and was now helping his lover sit up. "Ah, I see Mr. McCartney has decided to join us."

"John, I don't know if I'm going to be able to eat anything." Paul whispered sleepily.

"Just try for me, alright?" John took a tray and sat it over Paul's lap then took the plate and put it down in front of the other man. "It's eggs and sausage, a wonderful breaki."

Paul stared at it like it was the plague as the waiter passed out the remaining plates and trays. "I'll return shortly with your drinks, what would everyone like?"

"Orange juice."

"Milk."

"Milk and Coffee." John then glanced to Paul and wrapped an arm around the feverish shoulders. "He'll take a water, light ice."

"As you wish."

As soon as the drinks arrived, the Beatles began to eat their breakfast, George scarfed his down quickly not wasting a second of time. John and Ringo ate more slowly paying attention to how much Paul was eating. Paul was taking a bite ever few minutes, chewing slowly almost as if he was to weak to chew properly. Ringo had to keep reminding his friend to drink his water. John had taken it upon himself to cut Paul's sausage into smaller pieces with the idea that maybe Paul would actually eat it.

Brian appeared in the doorway near the end of their meal. "Top of the morning to everyone, how are we doing?"

"Tired of being stuck on this train." George remarked.

"We're doing as well as we can be." Ringo replied, keeping his eyes on Paul making sure the lad was eating not just pushing the food around. "As soon as Paul decides to finish his breakfast I figure we'd go back to our cabin and ride the rest of the train out there, if he's up to it of course."

"Whatever he wants to do. Just let me know if you need anything. We'll be arriving tonight at the bed and breakfast so you can look forward to your own beds tonight." Brian stayed for a few minutes more watching as the two older lads took care of Paul and George was back on his bunk reading the paper the waiter had left.

It looked for the most part to be normal. Brian smiled before quietly excusing himself and went to go find a seat for the rest of the ride.