"No! Oh God, no no no!"
Paul is on the ground, covered in glass and blood. It looks like he'd slipped and fallen through the shower's sliding glass door. There's a towel covering most of his body and I assume that he'd yanked it from the rack on the wall when he fell.
"Paul! Oh God!" I kneel down next to him and quickly brush the glass shards off of him, occasionally wincing as a piece cuts my hand. He's lying on his stomach and I gently turn him over.
"E-Essie?"
"I'm here, Paul. Oh God, don't move," it doesn't look like he can anyway. The deepest cut looks like it's in his leg, which explains why he couldn't get up to answer the door. "I-I'm going to go call an ambulance, okay? Don't move."
"N-No!" he suddenly gasps, grasping my arm.
"Paul—"
"Th-Theyll think this happened on purpose. There's a man across the street—Wilbur Martin. He's a doctor."
"Paul, I don't think—"
"Please. Address 291. Please, get him instead."
I look at Paul for a moment, but the sticky blood escaping through several wounds in his body remind me that I need to hurry. I nod, before scrambling to my feet.
"H-Hurry."
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His Name Is Paul (Paul McCartney) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionI go into my backyard and gasp. My neighbor is also out. Out of his house for the first time since...the incident. His name is Paul. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As a result, it is ra...
