1972

Bright hospital lights flashed by in your blurry vision as you were hastily escorted through a hospital on a stretcher. You had attempted to overdose once again.. For the third time this month, and almost succeeding this time before your daughters nanny noticed you being awfully quiet.

Paul was your best friend. He had grown distant and changed completely different after the Beatles split up, always out touring with his new bands 'Wings' and never even thinking yo call and check on you even once, especially the times you were hospitalised, he was too busy with touring the world to even care about you at all. He wasn't the moptop guy you once knew so much about. He was a completely different person. But that is what hurt the most. It was, in fact, the same Paul you had met back in 1963, just.. 'Better' , as he explained

However, this time, he actually showed up. A while after they had rushed you in, you were in a hospital bed, resting as you felt empty, barely even feeling anything when you heard your little child call out to you. But in this deep nothingness, Paul swings the door of the room open, a worried expression etched on his face

"I came as soon as I heard.. are you okay?"

He walked over to your bed, gently but cautiously took your hand and looked at you in the eyes. His expression looked like he was trying to make sense in this whole situation, figure out why you had done such a thing..