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"Wha?" Paul woke up to an annoying pounding sound. "Is that someone at the door?" He grunted, choosing to ignore it. The knocking just became more frantic, the doorbell joining the chaotic symphony.
"I'm coming, dammit!" He sighed, flipping on the light switch. "Who in the world comes to someone's house this late?" Rain pelted down as he opened the door. "John?! What are you-"
"PAUL!" John tackle-hugged him, getting him all wet. "You have to help me!"
"What? Why? I thought you and George's dentist was having you over." Paul struggled to breathe in his boyfriend's death grip.
"Y - yeah, but there was something in our coffee! It's not something good, man! I'm seeing things!"
His eyes widened. "Did he DRUG you?! That bastard! If I get my hands on him, I'll - John?"
"I'm scared, Paulie, I'm actually scared. Don't leave me, please."
Paul felt John's heart beating against his own, and saw how big his eyes had become. "I will never leave you. I'm here, baby, I got you. You'll be okay, I'll never let you go." He wasn't certain his words were getting through to John, who was tripping, after all, but they both seemed to relax in each other's embrace.
"You know," he whispered, "it's very scary, but it's kind of amazing. I've never felt like this before, and I don't think I like it. Maybe it'll wear off soon. Oh god, you wouldn't believe the things I'm seeing right now. It's all too much, I don't want to see it anymore. Make it stop. Please."
"I know, I'm trying the best I can." The phone rang, making John cover his ears. "Hello?"
"It's Ringo. Guess who just showed up at my place soaking wet and flipping out."
"George? I have John here already. I think they were given LSD."
"Well, that explains it, since he was yelling that he could 'hear red'."
Paul rolled his eyes. "Is he crying too?"
"Um, no? Just being weird and loud, why? Is John crying?" Ringo had concern laced in his voice.
"Yeah, he is. I better go take care of him, goodnight."
"Good luck, you'll need it." Click.
"Who was that?" John asked, slowly calming down.
"It doesn't matter, let's just see if the drug will wear off soon." He nodded once, shakily climbing in bed with him. "Will you be alright?"
"I guess." He held out his arms. "Cuddle. Now."
Paul giggled, accepting him into a warm embrace. "Just try to sleep, baby. It's alright."
Meanwhile...
"OPEN THE DOOR BEFORE THE WHALES GET ME!"
"JESUS CHRIST!" Ringo shot up in bed, looking towards the door. "Geo?! What's going on out th-"
"THEY ARE EVERYWHERE!" George burst through the door, colliding with him.
"What's wrong with you?! You'll wake the whole town up!"
"Good, we need to warn them about the damn whales! They're going to eat our tibias!"
"I don't even know what a tibia is!"
George stopped, looking serious. "A tibia is a bone in your leg. We wouldn't be able to have knees or walk without it." He reverted back to his odd behavior. "Where's John? He was with me when we drank that stuff."
"What 'stuff'?"
"The stuff that makes us see things no one else can! Like in a whole 'nother world! I HEAR RED!"
Ringo sighed, thinking John would most likely be with Paul, so he called him. "It's Ringo. Guess who just showed up at my place soaking wet and flipping out."
"George? I have John here already. I think they were given LSD." Paul's voice came from the other end.
"Well that explains it, since he was yelling that he could 'hear red.'"
"Is he crying too?" Paul asked.
"Um, no? Just being weird and loud, why? Is John crying?" Ringo had concern laced in his voice.
"Yeah, he is. I better go take care of him. Goodnight."
"Good luck, you'll need it."
"RINGSY! RINGSY!" He looked up quickly. "I can fly!" George jumped off his bed, only to faceplant onto the floor.
"God help us all."