Lost

Chapter Eleven

The rain and thunder hadn't stopped which was a very bad case for the Beatles and their girlfriends. They walked along the trail as quickly as they could, but they were growing more anxious about the lighting that was steadily coming closer.

Paul was walking slowly at the back of the group with Jane by his side to support him. They were whispering and laughing, when suddenly a tree near the group was struck with lighting and crashed in front of Jane and Paul, pinning Paul to the ground. Luckily, he was unhurt but Jane screamed and the rest of the group turned back around to see what the commotion was about. 

"Paul!" Gasped John, and in his haste to run over to Paul, he tripped and fell to the ground, effectively knocking himself out. 

Ringo was worried for Paul, but he took a moment to wonder why people keep getting knocked out as soon as they hit the forest floor.

He glanced at George, who looked so dismayed at seeing two of his closest friends in bad situations. 

Total panic ensued. Jane was crying and trying to help Paul. Paul was begging her to stop crying and Maureen was trying to comfort Jane. Cyn and Pattie were trying to wake up John, and George looked like he was gonna have a panic attack any second. 

"Everybody listen up!" Commanded Ringo, always the cool head. Everybody stopped what they were doing in surprise. 

"The lighting is getting far too close. You girls go ahead and try to bring help. George, go help John. I'll stay with Paul."

"I'm not leaving him." Jane declared. 

"Jane, I'm only pinned down. It's uncomfortable but nothing's broken." Maintained Paul. 

"It looks like it from this angle." Said Jane suspiciously. 

Paul forced a smile onto his face. "I'm okay."

"We need help now." Ringo said in a stern voice, though his face was soft. 

"He's right." Cut in Maureen's gentle voice. 

Jane sighed. "Fine. We'll be back soon."