Beatles of the Avian Variety 5/?
Title: Beatles of the Avian Variety
Author(s): windywisp c:
Pairing: John/Paul, George/Ringo
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: fluffiness,angst, sciency stuff, blood
Summary: When John brings home a strange bird to eat for dinner, strange side effects ensue, and a whole adventure begins.
Author Notes: George/Ringo in this one. c: Fun, fun. For those who want to know, George's wings are black, and Ringo's are golden, with white ends. Too lazy to spellcheck, sorry for any mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Beatles, And this never happened, and probably couldn't
George's eyes slowly opened. He could see nothing, nothing but blackness. He tried to raise his head, and was immediatley pounded
by a rushing pain in his head, and an ache all around his body. He let out a loud whimper, and curled up into a ball, hugging his head.
"George?"
Ringo.
George resisted the urge to double over and throw up, as he sat up, looking in the direction of the voice. "Ringo? Is that you?"
"Yeah. You okay?"
"Just ducky," George lied, holding his head. "Wha' happened? Where are we? All I remember is that bloke taking a blood sample and John yelling
something.." He reached out, and his hand met cold metal. He eventually figured out he was in a cage, a bird-style cage, and Ringo must be in one,
too.
"Where's John and Paul?"
"I don't know," Ringo answered, the fear evident in his voice. "I just don't know." He sniffled, and George reached past the bars. He was close enough
to touch Ringo's hand, which was hanging out between the bars. "Sssh, don't worry, we'll be okay." George said, clasping Ringo's fingers in his.
George didn't know this for sure, but if lying would make Ringo feel better, that's what he'd do.
It seemed like ages they were sitting in their cold cages in utter blackness, with only each other voices for comfort, when the door suddenly opened
and light spilled into the room. "Ow, geez..." George muttered, shielding his eyes. He looked up and saw the man he'd seen before passing out, Dr. Madwell.
"You!" George snarled.
"Yes, me." the man answered. He strode over to their cages. George heard a clicking noise from ringo's cage, and heard Dr. Madwell come over to his cage,
and unlocedk it. George crawled out of his cage, and stood up. Ringo was beside him, shivering. George wasn't sure if it was from the strange coldness of the
room, or fear.
"C'mon, then." the "doctor" said, turning on his heel. George thought briefly of jumping him, but decided against it. He had to be two or three heads taller than
George, and definetly weighed more. George squeezed Ringo's hand, and followed the man out of the room.
The hallways were so white, they almost blinded George, just like the light did. All the doors were closed, but their were some doors with glass windows
so you could look in. George saw many disturbing things, such as...a man with a horse head and a human body( The Centaur gone wrong), A woman
with a fish head and human legs(The out-of-whack Mermaid), and finally, a guy with a giraffe neck, a human head, and a horse body, with a zebra tail(The What-the-
Heck-Is-That!?)
Ringo stared at George with a face full of disgust and amazement. George returned the look. What kind of place was this!? "Here we are," Dr. Madwell announced.
"John! Paul!" Ringo exclaimed.
John and Paul were sitting on what looked like an examination desk, looking disheveled and tired. "Don't talk so loud, Rings, you're givin' me a fuckin'
headache," John moaned. Ringo and George joined their band mates on the table. What else could they do?
Dr.Madwell gave them a maniacal grin. "The bird people, all together. One of the most succesful experiments." "Experiments?" Paul asked. "Yes. Experiments. How
exactly did this happen?" Ringo looked at George and George looked at Paul and Paul looked at John. John glared at them, and told the mad scientist, "I met a guy on the street who gave this bird thing to me to free."
"Aaah, one of my many employees."
"What!? John said. "Whoa, whoa, hold up. Tell us everything."
"Well...I'm not inclined to, but why not?" Dr. Madwell grinned. "Madwell Science Labs create foods that "enhance" the body. They actually cause sideeffects, like the ones you've experienced. Some are failures, such as the Centaur. We round 'em up, and study them. Usually, we have to go look, but you walked right into our hands. Thank your lucky stars that you turned out okay. The failures are killed, and we try again."
George thought of the..."things" he'd seen in the hallways. He felt sick.
"But..they're just innocent people! How could you do something like that! Nobody deserves to turn out like that, all screwed up with a fish head, or a giraffe neck!"
"Fish head?" John muttered.
Dr. Madwell shrugged. "Oh well. Never take food from strangers I guess." "John." Paul pointed out, glaring at the said person. "How was I supposed to know he was an wacko!?"
"Homeless. Giving away free food in strange packaging."
Before John and Paul could bicker any farther, George told Dr.Maxwell. "That can't be legal!" "It's not," Dr. Maxwell agreed. "But no subjects ever leave here, so who's gonna know?"
"Nobody...ever...leaves?" Ringo gulped.
"Nope."
"B-but," John said, eyes wide. He could come up with only thing to say.
"But we're the fuckin' Beatles!"
"I'm aware of that." Dr. Maxwell said. "Take 'em away, you two." George hadn't even noticed the sandy-haired men standing in the corner until now. He felt one of them grab him and Ringo, and saw John and Paul being taken as well.
"Hey!" He yelled., kicking and hitting as best as he could, but the grip was too tight.
Before he knew it, he was thrown into a dark room with all his other bandmates. The door immediatley closed, and he heard a -click- noise. They were in the dark again.
"No cages this time." Ringo murmured from somewhere to George's left.
"Cages?" John asked.
"We were in cages, before."
"Really? We were in this room...try not to breathe too much, it's kinda airless."
George slumped against the cool dank wall. "Well..I guess this is it then. One second we were riding high, and the next were lying in a dungeon, being examined by people who belong in a looney bin." He sighed. "never thought, I'd live out my days as a science project. Then when I die, they'll dissect me like they do in school." "No way," Paul said, in a shaky, but somewhat confident voice. "We'll get out of this...somehow."
John snorted. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. I'll think of something."
"You know what Paul!? We're never going t' get out of here! You heard the bloke. Nobody ever leaves. It's not like we can just walk out of here. We're birds trapped in a cage with a bunch of cats."
Paul silently deflated, muttering ,"Just tryin' to be optimistic." There was even more dead-silence after that, except when Ringo would occasionally sneeze, or John would sigh. George felt completely drained, leaning against the wall, and closing his eyes. Of course, it didn't matter if he closed his eyes or not, it was so dark in this...dungeon, or whatever it was.
George wondered if anybody would come look for them. They were still The Beatles, freaks or not. Brian would have called the police by know..right? Or was Brian taken captive as well?
There's so much that's uncertain.. He thought.
George felt Ringo move closer to him, and snuggle against him. George almost didn't catch this, he was so wrapped up in his owns fears and problems. He sighed and let him lie against him. Ringo made him feel like everything would be fine, when it clearly wasn't. He was like a lovable painkiller, almost. He wrapped his arms around Ringo and eventually fell asleep.
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When George woke up, he was greeted by a blinding light. Someone had opened the door. It was Dr. Madwell again. Hate of this man raged through George and he tried to stand up, forgetting that Ringo was still asleep, clinging to him. He fell down akwardly, and poked Ringo. "Hey. Rings, wake up..." Ringo slowly woke up, yawning, and then blinking in the sudden light. "Wha-"
"C'mon now. Haven't got all day." Dr. Madwell barked in a brisk tone.
George could see John and Paul getting up. He detached himself from Ringo's sleepy arms, and stood up too. They followed Dr. Madwell out of the small prison, and went back down the hallways. They passed the room that they had been in before, and went on walking. "W-where are we going?" Paul got up the nerve to ask. "Outside," the "doctor" answered. They all looked at eachother in excitement. Outside!?
They went through a sliding glass door, into a field of green grass. The Beatlees looked around in awe. It looked like a huge backyard, apart from the walls and towers surrounding it. They noticed quite a lot of other hybrids walking around in the green grass.
"For a couple hours at a time, we'll let you out here, to observe you. It's important to know excercise habits things like that." He noticed John scanning the walls and the horizon beyond.
"Don't even think of trying to excape by air. We've got expert snipers up in the towers to shoot down anyone who tries to run."
"I thought you needed us for...experiments. You can't kill us." John retorted, glaring at him.
"They're loaded with tranqulizer darts. Anyway, we can always get more."
John looked down and away, completely deflated and drained. Paul made a sympathetic face.
They scrunched into a tightly packed group, staying together, and away from all the other experiments. They looked around, bemused. They were so many strange things top see. The Out-Of-Wack Centaur there, along with a girl with fly wings, a man with llama ears, and another with a snake body.
"They can fuse DNA, yet they can't make better TV reception." Paul muttered.
"Hey! Look!" John whispered, pointing across the field. They all looked over, and gasped.
It was what looked like a giant furry cat with a human-like face, who was harrasing a couple of other hybrids. It was wearing ripped jeans, and had muscelly arms. It(or he) flexed the thick, sharp claws that portruded from it's paws. It whirled around, and glared right at them. John, Paul, George, and Ringo pressed against each other, shivering.
Why are we afraid of some big cat? George thought.
George sweated profusely as the cat-man stalked over to them. "Oh shitshitshit, what do we do," Paul squeaked.
"What are you looking at?" The cat-man growled.
"Your big ugly face," John blurted, the boldest of them all. He shrank back, as the cat-man glared at him.
"What was that?"
John stayed silent.
He looked around at the four. "A bunch of birds, eh? I usually play with the mice(he jabbed a paw-thumb back at a group of terrified looking people with mice ears and mice tails) but birds are tasty too." He leaned into Ringo's face, breathing hot breath on him. Ringo flinched, screwing his eyes shut. George felt his hear skip a beat. "You look like you could make a good snack."
"Sod off." George managed to say. No freak was going to eat Ringo, ever.
The cat-man glared at him. "Oh yeah? Who do you think you are?"
"Who do you think you are?" George retorted, acting braver than he felt. "Name's Ron. And this is my domain, so watch it birdies." He stomped away from them, back to harrasing the poor little mice.
Ringo let out a small sob. Paul and John let out the breath they'd been holding. George groaned.
"Why the FUCK are we so afraid of him?!"
"Well, we ARE bird people, and he IS a cat person." Paul answered.
"C'mon, let's fly before he comes back, and decides to eat me, " Ringo suggested. They all took to the air, flying and swooping and somersaulting, momentarily forgetting all about the scare they had just experienced. A couple of scientists had emerged from the building(they dubbed it "The Mad House"). George swooped lower to the ground, and saw that they were holding notepads, and looking up at them. George swooped back up and met with his mates. "Hey look! We're the main attraction!" He said, pointing down at the crowd that had arrived under them. John smirked. "We're famous!"
It felt too soon when they were thrown back in their prison again, back into the darkness, back into the dark, hopeless misery it represented. Ever optimistic, Paul chattered on with John and Ringo about possible ways of escaping over the towers.
Some of them seemed possible, some plain outrageous.
"Dress up the snipers as mice, and set the cat after em. Then., we fly over the wall and we're free!"
"Cut off the cat's head as a distraction and fly away!"
"Grow guns on our arms, and threaten to shoot anyone who stops us!"
"Grow guns on our arms!?"
"Hey, if they can grow wings on us, they must have some kinda food to grow guns on us! We can break into their kitchen or whatever and-"
"What if they replace our head or noses or legs?"
"Haha, Guns as noses?"
"If you sneeze, you'd shoot someone!"
George rolled his eyes in exasperation. "We are not going to get anywhere this way." he muttered, but nobody ever listened.
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(Ringo POV)
Dr. Madwell had taken them out again, but instead of taking them back to their prison, he took them to a small room that looked exactly like the one back in Madwell's Science Physcians.
"Don't look so scared. It's just a minor...surgery."
"Like we'd ever trust you again." John growled, stalking over to him. Two heavy-looking guards moved forward, but Dr. Madwell stuck out a hand.
"It's fine." He looked down at John who was a lot shorter than him, but had a menacing expression plastered on his face. He looked like a very angry midget.
"We're not going to poison you."
"I doubt that." John answered, but he stepped back.
Ringo looked at George, who looked paler and thinner than ever. They hadn't had anything to eat for about three days, and it had taken it's toll on all of them. Ringo squeezed George's hand to assure him he would be there. George didn't seem to notice.
Dr. Madwell made them lie down on beds, and they were strapped there. He laid out tools. Four small, computery gadget thingies, some knifes, a bottle of something, and other things Ringo didn't recognize. When he realized thet were going to be anesthized, he began struggling against his bonds, looking fearful. He watched
Dr.Madwell, take one of the gadgety things and move over to him. Ringo wanted to yell, but he knew nobody would come to his aid. He felt the watch-a-ma-callit clamp over his mouth and nose, and he slowly breathed in the anesthesia. His eyes drooped against his commands, and he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Author(s): windywisp c:
Pairing: John/Paul, George/Ringo
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: fluffiness,angst, sciency stuff, blood
Summary: When John brings home a strange bird to eat for dinner, strange side effects ensue, and a whole adventure begins.
Author Notes: George/Ringo in this one. c: Fun, fun. For those who want to know, George's wings are black, and Ringo's are golden, with white ends. Too lazy to spellcheck, sorry for any mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Beatles, And this never happened, and probably couldn't
George's eyes slowly opened. He could see nothing, nothing but blackness. He tried to raise his head, and was immediatley pounded
by a rushing pain in his head, and an ache all around his body. He let out a loud whimper, and curled up into a ball, hugging his head.
"George?"
Ringo.
George resisted the urge to double over and throw up, as he sat up, looking in the direction of the voice. "Ringo? Is that you?"
"Yeah. You okay?"
"Just ducky," George lied, holding his head. "Wha' happened? Where are we? All I remember is that bloke taking a blood sample and John yelling
something.." He reached out, and his hand met cold metal. He eventually figured out he was in a cage, a bird-style cage, and Ringo must be in one,
too.
"Where's John and Paul?"
"I don't know," Ringo answered, the fear evident in his voice. "I just don't know." He sniffled, and George reached past the bars. He was close enough
to touch Ringo's hand, which was hanging out between the bars. "Sssh, don't worry, we'll be okay." George said, clasping Ringo's fingers in his.
George didn't know this for sure, but if lying would make Ringo feel better, that's what he'd do.
It seemed like ages they were sitting in their cold cages in utter blackness, with only each other voices for comfort, when the door suddenly opened
and light spilled into the room. "Ow, geez..." George muttered, shielding his eyes. He looked up and saw the man he'd seen before passing out, Dr. Madwell.
"You!" George snarled.
"Yes, me." the man answered. He strode over to their cages. George heard a clicking noise from ringo's cage, and heard Dr. Madwell come over to his cage,
and unlocedk it. George crawled out of his cage, and stood up. Ringo was beside him, shivering. George wasn't sure if it was from the strange coldness of the
room, or fear.
"C'mon, then." the "doctor" said, turning on his heel. George thought briefly of jumping him, but decided against it. He had to be two or three heads taller than
George, and definetly weighed more. George squeezed Ringo's hand, and followed the man out of the room.
The hallways were so white, they almost blinded George, just like the light did. All the doors were closed, but their were some doors with glass windows
so you could look in. George saw many disturbing things, such as...a man with a horse head and a human body( The Centaur gone wrong), A woman
with a fish head and human legs(The out-of-whack Mermaid), and finally, a guy with a giraffe neck, a human head, and a horse body, with a zebra tail(The What-the-
Heck-Is-That!?)
Ringo stared at George with a face full of disgust and amazement. George returned the look. What kind of place was this!? "Here we are," Dr. Madwell announced.
"John! Paul!" Ringo exclaimed.
John and Paul were sitting on what looked like an examination desk, looking disheveled and tired. "Don't talk so loud, Rings, you're givin' me a fuckin'
headache," John moaned. Ringo and George joined their band mates on the table. What else could they do?
Dr.Madwell gave them a maniacal grin. "The bird people, all together. One of the most succesful experiments." "Experiments?" Paul asked. "Yes. Experiments. How
exactly did this happen?" Ringo looked at George and George looked at Paul and Paul looked at John. John glared at them, and told the mad scientist, "I met a guy on the street who gave this bird thing to me to free."
"Aaah, one of my many employees."
"What!? John said. "Whoa, whoa, hold up. Tell us everything."
"Well...I'm not inclined to, but why not?" Dr. Madwell grinned. "Madwell Science Labs create foods that "enhance" the body. They actually cause sideeffects, like the ones you've experienced. Some are failures, such as the Centaur. We round 'em up, and study them. Usually, we have to go look, but you walked right into our hands. Thank your lucky stars that you turned out okay. The failures are killed, and we try again."
George thought of the..."things" he'd seen in the hallways. He felt sick.
"But..they're just innocent people! How could you do something like that! Nobody deserves to turn out like that, all screwed up with a fish head, or a giraffe neck!"
"Fish head?" John muttered.
Dr. Madwell shrugged. "Oh well. Never take food from strangers I guess." "John." Paul pointed out, glaring at the said person. "How was I supposed to know he was an wacko!?"
"Homeless. Giving away free food in strange packaging."
Before John and Paul could bicker any farther, George told Dr.Maxwell. "That can't be legal!" "It's not," Dr. Maxwell agreed. "But no subjects ever leave here, so who's gonna know?"
"Nobody...ever...leaves?" Ringo gulped.
"Nope."
"B-but," John said, eyes wide. He could come up with only thing to say.
"But we're the fuckin' Beatles!"
"I'm aware of that." Dr. Maxwell said. "Take 'em away, you two." George hadn't even noticed the sandy-haired men standing in the corner until now. He felt one of them grab him and Ringo, and saw John and Paul being taken as well.
"Hey!" He yelled., kicking and hitting as best as he could, but the grip was too tight.
Before he knew it, he was thrown into a dark room with all his other bandmates. The door immediatley closed, and he heard a -click- noise. They were in the dark again.
"No cages this time." Ringo murmured from somewhere to George's left.
"Cages?" John asked.
"We were in cages, before."
"Really? We were in this room...try not to breathe too much, it's kinda airless."
George slumped against the cool dank wall. "Well..I guess this is it then. One second we were riding high, and the next were lying in a dungeon, being examined by people who belong in a looney bin." He sighed. "never thought, I'd live out my days as a science project. Then when I die, they'll dissect me like they do in school." "No way," Paul said, in a shaky, but somewhat confident voice. "We'll get out of this...somehow."
John snorted. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. I'll think of something."
"You know what Paul!? We're never going t' get out of here! You heard the bloke. Nobody ever leaves. It's not like we can just walk out of here. We're birds trapped in a cage with a bunch of cats."
Paul silently deflated, muttering ,"Just tryin' to be optimistic." There was even more dead-silence after that, except when Ringo would occasionally sneeze, or John would sigh. George felt completely drained, leaning against the wall, and closing his eyes. Of course, it didn't matter if he closed his eyes or not, it was so dark in this...dungeon, or whatever it was.
George wondered if anybody would come look for them. They were still The Beatles, freaks or not. Brian would have called the police by know..right? Or was Brian taken captive as well?
There's so much that's uncertain.. He thought.
George felt Ringo move closer to him, and snuggle against him. George almost didn't catch this, he was so wrapped up in his owns fears and problems. He sighed and let him lie against him. Ringo made him feel like everything would be fine, when it clearly wasn't. He was like a lovable painkiller, almost. He wrapped his arms around Ringo and eventually fell asleep.
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When George woke up, he was greeted by a blinding light. Someone had opened the door. It was Dr. Madwell again. Hate of this man raged through George and he tried to stand up, forgetting that Ringo was still asleep, clinging to him. He fell down akwardly, and poked Ringo. "Hey. Rings, wake up..." Ringo slowly woke up, yawning, and then blinking in the sudden light. "Wha-"
"C'mon now. Haven't got all day." Dr. Madwell barked in a brisk tone.
George could see John and Paul getting up. He detached himself from Ringo's sleepy arms, and stood up too. They followed Dr. Madwell out of the small prison, and went back down the hallways. They passed the room that they had been in before, and went on walking. "W-where are we going?" Paul got up the nerve to ask. "Outside," the "doctor" answered. They all looked at eachother in excitement. Outside!?
They went through a sliding glass door, into a field of green grass. The Beatlees looked around in awe. It looked like a huge backyard, apart from the walls and towers surrounding it. They noticed quite a lot of other hybrids walking around in the green grass.
"For a couple hours at a time, we'll let you out here, to observe you. It's important to know excercise habits things like that." He noticed John scanning the walls and the horizon beyond.
"Don't even think of trying to excape by air. We've got expert snipers up in the towers to shoot down anyone who tries to run."
"I thought you needed us for...experiments. You can't kill us." John retorted, glaring at him.
"They're loaded with tranqulizer darts. Anyway, we can always get more."
John looked down and away, completely deflated and drained. Paul made a sympathetic face.
They scrunched into a tightly packed group, staying together, and away from all the other experiments. They looked around, bemused. They were so many strange things top see. The Out-Of-Wack Centaur there, along with a girl with fly wings, a man with llama ears, and another with a snake body.
"They can fuse DNA, yet they can't make better TV reception." Paul muttered.
"Hey! Look!" John whispered, pointing across the field. They all looked over, and gasped.
It was what looked like a giant furry cat with a human-like face, who was harrasing a couple of other hybrids. It was wearing ripped jeans, and had muscelly arms. It(or he) flexed the thick, sharp claws that portruded from it's paws. It whirled around, and glared right at them. John, Paul, George, and Ringo pressed against each other, shivering.
Why are we afraid of some big cat? George thought.
George sweated profusely as the cat-man stalked over to them. "Oh shitshitshit, what do we do," Paul squeaked.
"What are you looking at?" The cat-man growled.
"Your big ugly face," John blurted, the boldest of them all. He shrank back, as the cat-man glared at him.
"What was that?"
John stayed silent.
He looked around at the four. "A bunch of birds, eh? I usually play with the mice(he jabbed a paw-thumb back at a group of terrified looking people with mice ears and mice tails) but birds are tasty too." He leaned into Ringo's face, breathing hot breath on him. Ringo flinched, screwing his eyes shut. George felt his hear skip a beat. "You look like you could make a good snack."
"Sod off." George managed to say. No freak was going to eat Ringo, ever.
The cat-man glared at him. "Oh yeah? Who do you think you are?"
"Who do you think you are?" George retorted, acting braver than he felt. "Name's Ron. And this is my domain, so watch it birdies." He stomped away from them, back to harrasing the poor little mice.
Ringo let out a small sob. Paul and John let out the breath they'd been holding. George groaned.
"Why the FUCK are we so afraid of him?!"
"Well, we ARE bird people, and he IS a cat person." Paul answered.
"C'mon, let's fly before he comes back, and decides to eat me, " Ringo suggested. They all took to the air, flying and swooping and somersaulting, momentarily forgetting all about the scare they had just experienced. A couple of scientists had emerged from the building(they dubbed it "The Mad House"). George swooped lower to the ground, and saw that they were holding notepads, and looking up at them. George swooped back up and met with his mates. "Hey look! We're the main attraction!" He said, pointing down at the crowd that had arrived under them. John smirked. "We're famous!"
It felt too soon when they were thrown back in their prison again, back into the darkness, back into the dark, hopeless misery it represented. Ever optimistic, Paul chattered on with John and Ringo about possible ways of escaping over the towers.
Some of them seemed possible, some plain outrageous.
"Dress up the snipers as mice, and set the cat after em. Then., we fly over the wall and we're free!"
"Cut off the cat's head as a distraction and fly away!"
"Grow guns on our arms, and threaten to shoot anyone who stops us!"
"Grow guns on our arms!?"
"Hey, if they can grow wings on us, they must have some kinda food to grow guns on us! We can break into their kitchen or whatever and-"
"What if they replace our head or noses or legs?"
"Haha, Guns as noses?"
"If you sneeze, you'd shoot someone!"
George rolled his eyes in exasperation. "We are not going to get anywhere this way." he muttered, but nobody ever listened.
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(Ringo POV)
Dr. Madwell had taken them out again, but instead of taking them back to their prison, he took them to a small room that looked exactly like the one back in Madwell's Science Physcians.
"Don't look so scared. It's just a minor...surgery."
"Like we'd ever trust you again." John growled, stalking over to him. Two heavy-looking guards moved forward, but Dr. Madwell stuck out a hand.
"It's fine." He looked down at John who was a lot shorter than him, but had a menacing expression plastered on his face. He looked like a very angry midget.
"We're not going to poison you."
"I doubt that." John answered, but he stepped back.
Ringo looked at George, who looked paler and thinner than ever. They hadn't had anything to eat for about three days, and it had taken it's toll on all of them. Ringo squeezed George's hand to assure him he would be there. George didn't seem to notice.
Dr. Madwell made them lie down on beds, and they were strapped there. He laid out tools. Four small, computery gadget thingies, some knifes, a bottle of something, and other things Ringo didn't recognize. When he realized thet were going to be anesthized, he began struggling against his bonds, looking fearful. He watched
Dr.Madwell, take one of the gadgety things and move over to him. Ringo wanted to yell, but he knew nobody would come to his aid. He felt the watch-a-ma-callit clamp over his mouth and nose, and he slowly breathed in the anesthesia. His eyes drooped against his commands, and he drifted into a dreamless sleep.