TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE
CHAPTER 22
BY SUE
Remember I donÕt own the Beatles this is just a fan fiction from
my warped mind.
George saw the light turn red as Paul shouted anxiously in his
ear. He pushed back against Paul, and then franticly hit the gearshift into
neutral. The road was slick with rain and the car wouldnÕt slow down fast
enough as George hit the brakes.
He swerved missing another car. The mini slid and the back
end of it hit the blonde girl on the corner.
ÒBloody Hell!Ó George yelled.
Ò Ya Ôit Ôer!Ó Paul screamed, his accent growing thicker
from fear.
They both watched as the girl fell in slow motion and her umbrella
blew down the street, allowing the rain to drench her. George hadnÕt hit her
dead on like Paul had in the dreams, so he figure he only seriously injured
her, and knew she wasnÕt dead. What was Vicky doing there anyway? He thought
before turning his attention back to the reality ahead of them.
They both saw the lamppost heading towards them. George quickly
turned the wheel pushing harder on the brakes. The pole came at them as the car
slowed and crashed, side swiping into the it, pushing hard on the mental of the
car. The sound was deafening as the two objects hit and their side of the car
buckled from the force. Sparks lit from the friction as George turn the tires
into the curb, finally bringing the car to a stop.
ÒFuckÓ George exhaled with a shaky voice.
Paul watched as George maneuvered the car with his expertise. The
wetness that had before covered him from the rain now covered him in sweat from
the fear of the situation. He didnÕt realize how much both their bodies had
tightened up, until he sank back into the seat and George sank into him after
the car came to a stop.
It had only taken a few minutes for everything that transpired,
but for the two men it had felt like a lifetime as the vehicle stopped dead
against the curb.
ÒYou all right then?Ó George asked Paul.
ÒYeah, weÕre alive, you did it!Ó Paul exclaimed as it sunk in that
he wasnÕt dead.
It was then they both remembered the girl and cried in unison, Ò
Vicky!Ó
George went to open the door, but it was jammed from the accident.
Ò Push with me. The doorÕs jammed.Ó George excitedly ordered his
mate.
Both pushed at the door hard. It groaned and creaked under their
weight as the two men pounded their combined weight against it, finally opening
the door. George jumped out first, ignoring the warm wetness that was coming
from his head. He had hit the windscreen on impacted and the blood trickled
down the side of his face. George felt the throbbing headache and the soreness
of his body. He turned and pulled at Paul, dazed by the whole thing.
Paul felt the daze wear off as he felt his mateÕs hand pulling at
him to get out. His body was sore and his neck and head hurt from the hard
impact.
Once out they looked at one another oblivious to the hard
torrential rain that beat against them.
Ò Ya alright?Ó George asked Paul again in concern, as he saw the
pain in PaulÕs face as he got out.
ÒYeah a bit sore, but fine.Ó Paul answered as his eyes turned to
the girl that lay on the corner.
Ò CÕmon Ò Paul hurried George as they ran over to Vicky who was
still lying on the sidewalk.
Coming up to her they could see, just like the dreams and visions,
the blood running onto the sidewalk and mixing with the rain as it pour down
into the gutter. George cringed at the sight that he had seen so many times
before in his dreams.
Paul knelt down to her. She was face down and her wet hair, clung
to her face. George knelt down too and helped Paul roll her over. Shock hit
them both as they saw who it was.
Ò Oh Jeysus. Ò Paul spit out as he took his coat off and covered
the girl. Then held his two fingers tight against her wrist.
Ò She Ôas a pulse.Ó
Both soak, George felt his tears mixing with the rain as he moved
the girls head on to his lap.
Ò We need to get Ôer to a hospital.Ó Paul told George.
George was in shock as he wiped the rain drenched hair and blood
her from the girls face.
Paul drew his coat back opening her mac and saw where the bleeding
was coming from.
ÒSheÕs in shock George we need to get Ôer to the Ôospital now!Õ
Paul voiced excitedly.
George moaned and nodded not able to do anything at this point.
Paul took off his shirt and pressed again the area where the most blood was
coming from. He then recovered her with his coat.
ÒHere hold this Ôard against the wound. We need to slow down the
bleeding and keep her warm.Ó Paul instructed.
Ò Call an ambulance.Ó George said softly through is tears.
ÒNo, no time fer that mate. We can drive her there quicker.Ó Paul
told him.
Ò Aye, I better drive and you hold her.Ó George told Paul. He
wasnÕt sure if the shadows could still control Paul and wasnÕt up to taking the
chance.
Both men picked her up gingerly and carried her to the car. George
help Paul in and then placed the girl on his lap. Paul cradled her in his arm
as he took the other to hold the shirt tightly in place trying to stop the
bleeding. George got into the car, the door still opened. He had trouble
closing it and made sure it wasnÕt closed tightly. He stole a look at the
passenger seat and then started the car and quickly sped off in the direction
of the hospital. Even though it was still early in the morning, there were cars
on the road. George swerved in and out of the traffic as he sped on to the
hospital.
Paul felt badly as he looked down at the beautiful unconscious
blonde girl.
:Ó ItÕs all right luv youÕll be at the hospital in just a tic.Ó
Paul told himself and George more then the unconscious girl that lay limply in
his lap. He pressed hard to try and stop the bleeding as blood oozed onto his
t-shirt and hand.
George saw the lights for the hospital and stopped dead in front
of the door. He jumped out of the car. Ò Wait Ôere whilst I get some
Ôelp.Ó George told Paul panicky as the tears ran down his face.
He ran into the hospital yelling and pushing by several people
that were in his way. A few nurses came over at hearing the commotion and then
noticed they were face to face with a Beatle.
Ò CÕmon we Ôave no time fer this.Ó Annoyance came from his voice.
He was sick that people still acted this way towards him. He just needed help
and didnÕt want to be recognized as Beatle George Harrison. Ò I need someone to
go out there and help me wife!Ó George barked as the nurses and doctors came to
life.
They took a gurney and brought it out side to the car. The
orderlies help take Pattie from PaulÕs arms and put her on the stretcher. They
flew into action as they ran her back into the hospital. Paul quickly got out,
only wearing his t-sheet and jeans that were as soaked as George. Neither of
the men noticed the shivering they were doing as they followed the doctors and
nurses into the hospital. The doctor quickly removed the coat and bloody shirt
dropping them into PaulÕs hands.
The doctor accessed the situation and knew there were
internal injuries. She needed surgery and a blood transfusion fast as the
nurses pushed needles into her arm and ran an IV. They closed the curtain
before the two men could enter. The doctor stopped them when they reached the
exam room.
ÒMr. Harrison and Mr. McCartney you canÕt go any farther. Mr.
Harrison your wife needs surgery. She has internal injuries and has lost a lot
of blood. She needs help right away. Do we have your consent?Ó The tall gray
haired doctor asked George.
George was still numb. Pattie why had she been there? So many
things bombarded his mind that Paul had to give him a shake after wiping his
bloodied hands on the coat he held in his one arm.
Ò George they need to do surgery. Tell them yes.Ó Paul gently
urged George as he laid a hand on his friends shoulder for comfort and bringing
George back to reality.
George nodded through the tears that now ran heavier down his
face. The doctor didnÕt waste anytime as George signed the papers that were
pushed under his nose. He watched as they pushed Pattie quickly into the
operating room. A kindly older nurse came up.
ÒHullo, IÕm Aida. Mr. Harrison and McCartney we have a small room
to keep you from the public eye.Ó She led them there.
Paul had to guide his friend to it as he continued to mutter. Ò
She wasnÕt supposed to be in this. She wasnÕt supposed to be there. Ò George
choked out.
The kind nurse brought them hot tea, towels and some scrubs to
change into.
Ò Here this will warm you and you must get out of those wet
clothes. IÕll have another doctor come in for you Mr. Harrison it seems you
might need stitches,Ó She informed them. She taped gauze over the wound to try
and stop the bleeding or at least slow it until someone could stitch him up.
George looked up bewildered, Ò Me wife, she be ok?Ó He asked the
older nurse.
She smiled sweetly at him, Ò She has the best doctor here, sheÕs
in good hands Mr. Harrison donÕtÕ you worry none.Ó
George didnÕt feel the stitches they put in and kept asking about
his wife.
Paul took George over to the couch and lit them both a cigarette.
ÒHere have a smoke and finish your tea. Pattie is going to be
fine.Ó Paul lied. He didnÕt know what would happen, but George needed to be
calmed down.
George nodded as he sat next to Paul and then leaned his head down
crying in his hands. ÒWhy was she there?Ó Was all that ran through his mind and
out of his mouth besides hoping sheÕd be all right.
Paul gave his friend a hug and George fell heavy onto PaulÕs
shoulder. Ò Why she was there. SheÕs gotta be ok. I canÕt be without her. ItÕs
my fault, itÕs all my fault.Ó George mumbled between sobs.
Paul held him tight and tried to comfort his distraught friend.
Why had Pattie been there? Paul didnÕt understand it either, but he pushed his
thoughts away and concentrated on his friend. Ò I donÕt know why she was
there. I do know that itÕs not your fault George. You saved all of us and
Pattie too, she will be fine.Ó
George was too upset to answer his friend, but was grateful for
the comfort. He felt PaulÕs hard hold and drew strength from it as he kept his
head on PaulÕs shoulder. He didnÕt move as he sobbed heavily and prayed that
his beloved wife would be ok.
Rita rushed out of the room and saw two sets of eyes look up
anxiously at her.
Ò We have to go to the hospital now!Ó Rita told them all agitated.
ÒWhy? Are they all right?Ó Ringo asked nervously as he stood from
his chair.
John bolted right up when he saw Rita come out of the room. ÒYes
why? What is it?Ó John asked her excitedly.
Ò They are fine. George was able to stop the car and only side
swiped it.Ó Rita told them, but before she finished John impulsively jumped in.
Ò Then why the hospital Rit?Ó
ÒPattie was the blonde outside and George hit her. He didnÕt kill
her but she is in surgery. We must go to him.Ó She explained quickly.
Ò I donÕt understand I thought the blonde was Vicky?Ó John said to
Rita as Ringo looked on,
Ò I did too. Last night I got this chill from her, but didnÕt know
why and with all that went on I forgot to look into it. I should have known!Ó
Rita sniffled, feeling guilty for not knowing and at the same time relieved
that George and Paul were all right.
Ò WasnÕt yer fault lass. You had no idea. C;mon weÕll have Les
drive us there and be there for George. You guys did it and saved us from the
alternate universe.Ó John told Rita as he helped her on with her coat.
ÒYes but at what price? GeorgeÕs wife?Ó Rita answered with guilt
in her voice.
Ò Minor set back luv. You said that sheÕd be fine and she will, so
no worries. We have to call Brian first and then get there for Haza.Ó John put
his arm around her. Ringo nodded at John and hurried to call Brian. Once he did
the three walked quickly to JohnÕs Rolls.
The white room smelt of disinfectant and felt like it was closing
in on Paul. He hated hospitals. He remembered going there as a teenager, to say
what he realized now was good-bye to his mum. The smell no matter where it was
always brought the memory back to him. He didnÕt know how long he had held
George or how long they had been there. George had gotten up smoking and pacing
the room. Paul stood by the window watching the rain beat against the glass as
he blew out smoke from his cigarette. A part of him wanted to jump out it and
run as far from the hospital as possible as the fear tightened inside his
chest. The other part of him tried to stay calm and think logically for
GeorgeÕs sake.
The nurse entered the room with two men, bringing Paul out of his
anxious thoughts. One man was in his late fifties, and to Paul, the man looked
like he had eaten too many doughnuts with the round stomach that stretched
tightly against his jacket. His hair was balding, what was left held a salt and
pepper colour to it. He wobbled into the room along with a younger man who
seemed to be in his forties and a bit taller then the other man. The second one
had reddish blond wavy hair and haunting green eyes. From looking at them, Paul
knew they were inspectors. He knew George was too upset to talk to the men. He
approached them protective of his friend, as he got ready and put on his PR
mask.
ÒThese gentlemen wish to see you both. I couldnÕt keep them out
any longer.Ó Aida gave a look that came across, as if to say she was sorry. Ò
TheyÕre inspectors and need to question you both.Ó Aida was grateful for PaulÕs
slight smile and nod to her as she walked out of the room closing the door
behind her.
Paul walked up to the two men as George sat in his own world on
the couch. He shook their hands. Ò Inspectors as you can see this isnÕt a good
time for my friend here. I will answer what I can, but please remember his wife
is still in surgery.Ó Paul gave a nod to George and then led the men to the corner
of the room.
The older man spoke up first. Ò I am Inspector Ravitts and this is
Inspector Carlson. We need to ask some questions about the accident that
involved Mrs. Harrison. Ò Ravitts eyes never left PaulÕs.
Paul knew he had to keep the eye contact with him; he wasnÕt going
to be made to feel smaller then the police officers. He gave an understanding
nod. Ò I will tell you what you need to know, but please leave Mr. Harrison
alone. He is having a rough time of it, you can understand canÕt you? Either of
you have wives?Ó Paul asked turning his head from one inspector to the other.
ÒAye, I have a wife and little ones. I think we can get what we
need from Mr. McCartney.Ó Carlson told his partner as he took out a notepad and
pencil.
ÒRight then you tell us, why was Mrs. Harrison out in the pouring
rain in such a neighbor hood so early in the morning?Ó Ravitts began.
Paul turned to inspector Ravitts. He ran his hand through his hair
and scratched his nose. He lit up a cigarette and offered one to the
inspectors. Ravitts took one while Carlson begged off. Paul blew out some smoke
and then felt ready to answer their questions.
Ò We, George and me, were in the studio late you see. The phone
rang and it was Pattie, aaaa Mrs. Harrison. Anyroad, she was stuck and needed
picking up so we took my car to get her. She had stopped by to see if Miss
Evins was home at her flat. SheÕs a friend of all of ours; Mrs. Harrison didnÕt
know Miss. EvinÕs was at the studio with us. The rain was bad; pouring so hard
I couldnÕt see well. I didnÕt know the light had turned and jabbed my brakes. I
swerved to avoid an on coming car or maybe a lorry, donÕt half remember. I slid
and hit her as she waited for us. An accident you see. I never meant to hit her
inspector, honestly. SheÕs my friend and we got her here on the double. Well,
you know the rest, my cars bashed in on the side and Mrs. HarrisonÕs in surgery
and my mate here is devastated. Ò Paul finished, he was distraught and the
inspectors could see this.
Ravitts eyed Carlson and then scratched his balding head. Ò Why
would Mrs. Harrison be over Miss EvinÕs flat so early in the morning? Ò
RavittÕs bore his eyes into PaulÕs.
Paul drew on his cigarette as his mind raced. He kept the mask on
so he wouldnÕt give himself away. He shook his head and then bent it down. A
soft sad voice came from his mouth.
Ò We keep odd hours and Miss Evins was supposed to be working the
night shift. I suppose Mrs. Harrison might have gone over there not able to
sleep. She does that every so often. Miss Evins is a meter maid and works
shifts you see. Something happened to Mrs. HarrisonÕs car and she rang us to
come get her. I suppose she saw us and got out to meet us and thatÕs when I
lost control of the car.Ó Paul finished, tears in his eyes as he dropped his
mask a bit.
Inspector Carlson glanced over at George and saw he had been
following the interrogation. Ò Is this right Mr. Harrison? What Mr. McCartney
is saying?Ó
All George could do in his dazed and confused condition was nod.
Ò Do you have anything to add Mr. Harrison?Ó The younger inspector
asked.
George shook his head no and then turned to light another
cigarette.
Paul was getting angry at their questions. He snubbed out his
cigarette and stared at the two police officers. Ò Is that all gentlemen? May I
remind you that Mr. HarrisonÕs wife is still in surgery and that I feel badly
enough about this? It was an accident, pure and simple. Now, please if you have
anymore question could you be kind enough to save them for later or do I need
my solicitor?Ó Paul questioned the inspectors.
Ò No I think thatÕs enough for now. WeÕll let you know if you need
a solicitor.Ó Ravitts told Paul as Carlson closed his book. All three men
turned to the well-dressed man that walked into the room.
Ò Boys are you all right? HowÕs Pattie?Ó It was then that Brian
noticed the inspectors and walked over to them and Paul.
ÒBri, weÕre fine and PattieÕs in surgery, not out yet, donÕt
know.Ó Paul shrugged; releived to see his manager there. Now he could let Brian
take over and sit with George. He walked over and did just that.
Brian glared angrily at the two men. :Ó CanÕt you see how tragic
this is? Why do you need to question these boys anyway? It was an accidentÓ
BrianÕs voice raised a pitch in anger, but he still kept calm.
The two inspectors looked at Brian. Ò And you are sir?Ó Ravitts
asked.
Ò I am Mr. Brian Epstein, the boys manager. If you have any
further questions you will speak with our solicitor. Now I am asking you both
to please leave. This is a miscarriage and I canÕt see why you need to be
here.Ó Brian told them as he stole a glance to make sure his boys were all
right. He could see the devastation in George and the misery in Paul.
Ò Sorry Mr. Epstein. This is protocol whenever there is an
accident that involves a victim.Ó Carlson assured Brian.
ÒWell youÕll find nothing here. I am sure Paul answered all you
need.Ó Brian said trying to make them leave.
Ò Right, he answered quite a bit. Only time will tell if he
answered right. WeÕll be in touch,Ó Ravitts told Brian and the other two
Beatles as he started for the door.
Carlson eyed Paul suspiciously before he too started for the door.
Ò Oh and Mr. McCartney you might want to call your solicitor. Mr. Harrison I
hope your wife is ok for you and for Mr. McCartney here. We will have to speak
to all involved, I am sure you understand.Ó Carlson walked out the door.
ÒBloody fookin Hell!!!Ó Paul yelled as he slammed his fist on the
table in front of him.
Brian walked over to his boys. :Ó George I am deeply sorry and
pray that Pattie will be fine.Ó He then looked at Paul, Ò Paul please calm down
they have left. I suggest you have no further words with them without counsel
present. I will call to let the solicitor now what is happening. I need to know
what you told them Paul and if it was the truth.Ó Brain stated as he sat down
in a chair.
Paul recited what he told the inspectors to Brian and swore to him
it was the truth. George just nodded and then got up to look out the window.
How could this all be happening? Who gives a crap about the inspectors or any
of that when he didnÕt even know if Pattie was all right! He thought angrily.
Pictures ran through his mind of the day they met, their first date, their
wedding, their joking and mostly the tender moments they shared together
privately. Her smile and giggles filled his mind and ears as tears again came
streaming down his face. Was this a horrible nightmare? If it was he wished
someone would wake him up.
Maybe he saved Rita, John and Paul, but at the cost of possibly
losing his wife? For the thousandth time he racked his brain to figure out what
she was doing out there. Did the shadows play her as they did Paul and John? He
didnÕt know and it was driving him stark raven mad!
George paced wildly around the room mumbling his thoughts of why.
Not able to stand it any longer he took his mug and threw it hard across the
room and against the wall. Brian and Paul jumped as the mug smashed against the
plaster and shattered, letting the tea slid down leaving a stain.
Paul and Brian stood up and went over to him. George just held up
his hands and turned back to the window.
ÒSorryÓ He mumbled as he lit another cigarette.
Ò I just wish this were a dream and someone would wake me.Ó He
said quietly as he put his arm on the cold glass and pressed his forehead
against it. The cold felt familiar to him, it was like the coldness he felt in
his dreams. Death was the cold that haunted him. It had been haunting him for
months now. He just couldnÕt get away from it as he surrendered to defeat and
cried softly.
ÒIt will be fine I am sure George.Ó Brian told him in a fatherly
manor.
ÒRight, Bri is right George. SheÕll be right as rain.Ó Paul
reaffirming what Brian had just said.
Ò Poor choice of words Paul. ItÕs raining and I want her to shine
like the sun again. To see her light up the room and my heart.Ó George choked
out.
Ò She willÓ Paul squeeze GeorgeÕs shoulder, Ò She will youÕll see.
Ya Ôave ta keep a positive attitude.Ó Paul reminded him.
Ò Always the optimist Paulie, God I hope youÕre right.Ó George
never looked at either of them as he spoke. His mind drifted off after that.
Brian and Paul turned to one another feeling helpless. Paul broke the silence.
ÒHowÕd ya find our Eppy?Ó Paul suddenly wondered.
Ò Richard called me. Said they were on their way over to the
hospital, but I was much closer so I got here first. Rita, Richard and John
will be here any minute. I need to call the office and tell the solicitor what
is going on. I will be back shortly. Do either of you boys need
anything?Ó Brian looked at both his boys. He loved them so much and only
hoped for poor GeorgeÕs sake Pattie would be all right
ÒNo, IÕm fine thanks Eppy.Ó Paul told him as he sat back down in
one of the chairs.
ÒPattieÓ Was all George answered as he continued to look out the
window. Paul was right he needed to keep a positive thought; anything negative
could only hurt her. He concentrated on all the good things they had together.
He no longer saw the rain or the dismal streets of London. Instead he saw his
beautiful Pattie, his pet as he affectionately called her, and recalled all the
happy thoughts he could. He soon got lost in them, blocking out everything
around him.