I probably look like an absolute lunatic, but I run to Mr. Martin's door. I bang on the door with both fists until he finally answers, after what seems like a lifetime.
"Please, oh God, please help me!" I exclaim breathlessly once he answers.
"What? Who are you? What's wrong?!" he demands.
"Are you a d-doctor?" He nods. "M-My name is Estelle. My f-friend is staying with me, and he got h-hurt. Please, help him."
He tells me to wait a moment and disappears inside his home. I begin to panic again, until he comes back with a black bag in hand. I lead him back to my home, where I know Paul is waiting in agonizing pain.
I just hope we're not too late.
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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...
