That night I laid in my bed restlessly, I couldn't seem to shake the guilty feeling from my chest. The later and later it seemed to get the more I knew George wasn't going to come in and apologize anytime soon like he had before.
Nearing four in the morning I sat up from my bed with sweat on my brow and a guilty conscious.
I got up from my bed and walked over to my bag putting it on the bed and rummaging through my clothes to see if I could find what could comfort me anytime I needed it.
I smiled when my fingertips touched the cold chain, pulling the necklace up at smiling at the locket, opening it to reveal George as a young fourteen year old boy with that charming smirk and grinned.
I thought about the night I had been given it by Georges mother, my heart immediately filling with warmth as I put it around my neck and clipped it in the back.
It may have been odd that I'd brought it considerably George and I had been broken up for a year when I'd gotten here, just like the ring, but I held onto them because I was holding onto the hope that we'd end up together again.
I bit my lip and stared at the telephone, contemplating if I dared call George and did myself of the nagging voice in the back of my head that told me he wouldn't want to talk to me.
I feared the absolute worst, letting my mind slip away from me and wonder if George would've gotten drunk and ended up in someone else's bed.
I took a couple of deep breaths and decided against it, going out to the living room to get myself a drink where I found Brian passed out on the couch, a bottle of pills on the table.
I furrowed my eyebrows going over and reading the label, it was a bottle of sleeping pills and the glass of scotch beside it made my heart skip a beat. Brian knew better than to mix the two.
"Brian." I began to shake him in attempt to wake him.
When he was unresponsive I began to panic, feeling my heart rate increase dramatically.
I put my finger to his nose and felt him breathing, but slower and more lightly than normal.
I shook him once again and when he didn't even stir in the slightest I knew exactly what had happened.
I hurried to the telephone and dialled the number in the phone, waiting anxiously for the line to connect.
"Hello, 999, what's your emergency?"
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I stared anxiously at my uncle in the hospital bed, seeing him hooked up to various machines and IV's to monitor him. The doctors said he should be awake soon and he'd better be more careful about the way he went about taking his sleeping pills because it could be fatal.
I felt so frustrated, I needed Brian more than anything in the whole world, losing him would've completely torn me to shreds. Especially in the same way I'd lost my mother.
I heard footsteps nearing the door and looked up to see George, Ringo and Maureen, causing me to choke up.
When George's eyes met mine after looking at Brian his expression softened as he came to my side to comfort me.
"Poppy." He spoke sympathetically.
I got up and buried my head in his chest as he wrapped his arms around my back.
"I'm so sorry for everything, I love you George." I gripped tightly onto him, scared to lose him if I let go.
"Don't be silly. I love you Poppy." He kissed my head repeatedly.
"Oh, Brian, what did you do?" I heard John speak in sheer disbelief.
I saw John and Paul and nearly broke down.
"The doctor said he should wake up anytime now." I spoke meekly, wiping my tears on my sleeve.
"I can't believe he'd be so thoughtless." I covered my mouth to stop myself from sobbing.
We all watched Brian wordlessly in disbelief of what had happened.
It brought up memories from the past when it had been Brian and I looking at my mothers lifeless body on a hospital bed just like the one Brian laid on. I could barely stomach the thought of Brian not waking up.
George held me tightly in his arms.
"Let's get you some fresh air, yeah?" George offered as he rubbed his hands along my back.
I nodded sniffling, the two of us then walking out, George's arm still around my waist as my head was leaning into his arm.
Once we'd gotten in the elevator I spoke up finally after bottling it up ever since I had found him.
"When my mother overdosed, I was the one who found her." I spoke staring off into space, unable to stop replaying the image of my mothers face from my head.
"Poppy," George began sorrowfully.
"George, I need to you to promise me you're not going anywhere, anytime soon." I snapped my head up feeling my legs grow weak.
He lifted his hand and ran it along the side of my face gently.
"I promise to be by your side, and love you until we're a couple of old prunes love." He smiled placing a small peck on my lips.
"Good." I smiled feeling slightly better to hear him say those words.
He seemed to grow nervous.
"I guess there's no right time to ask, and I've tried before to ask, but," George began before the ding of the elevator rang and people came into the elevator and we had to get out.
"You wanted to ask me something?" I looked up at him curiously with a smile as we halted outside of the elevator.
"It can wait, we've got plenty of time." He grinned with a goofy shrug.
