ITS-BRIAN-EPSTEIN

Chapter 8 A couple more weeks pass, going on to three and Ringo started showing signs of getting well. He was starting to laugh again which Brian greatly missed, but he was still cautious. Ringo's illness could turn around at any moment and maybe even become fatal. The thought of losing his little angel made him cry at night after Ringo fell asleep. Ringo found this out the next morning when he woke up before Brian. There were little tear stains on Brian's face and some still leaked out to trail down the path. He trailed a path and woke Brian. “Morning Ringo.” Brian said with a little smile that was followed by a large yawn. 

Chapter 7 When the boys returned from their tour, Brian chased them out of the house and insisted that they stay with their families until further notice. He also called off the live concerts and tours to give them rest and so that they can spend more time in the studio like they wanted. They heard about Ringo’s conditions over the phone with Brian calling them at the studio instead of them calling the house. For three weeks Brian tended to the ailing drummer. He fed him, helped him to the bathroom, bathed him by hand and the whole works. He knew there was always a possibility of dying from pneumonia and that was why he was so attent

Chapter 6 Six weeks had passed since Ringo had gotten sick and Brian was at a loss. The previous doctor was an unlicensed idiot, Ringo is too sick to move to the hospital and his boys were out of town on tour for the moment and wouldn't be back for another month. What was he to do? With Ringo sick and Brian having no idea what to do, he called up Ringo's mother who called the family doctor who replied he would be arriving in two days. “Well Ringo, hopefully salvation will come in two days.” Brian sighed as he placed the phone down on the receiver. Ringo was lying in bed sleeping, his illness had become worse. His breathing soun

Ringo hated getting sick. Every time he did he felt like he was letting the band down and upsetting Brian into a near nervous break-down. So he tried to hide it from time to time but only ended up making matters worse. So he tried the direct approach and they soon started treating him like a baby and so he went back to his old routine and hiding his sicknesses until he came down with a serious illness that put everything on hold for God knows when. *** “Ringo, you must be able to keep something down.” Brian said and tried giving him a cracker that was dipped in soup. Ringo took a small bite and chewed on it for what seemed like

Brian was back on his feet the next week and tried to work up enough nerve to admit to Ringo that he was right. But with another busy schedule ahead and having other artist to attend to, he hardly found the time. He barely had any time to think on what he would say to Ringo if he did get the chance to talk to him again. ‘Over the phone would be a piece of cake, but an apology should be delivered personally.’ he thought to himself. ‘Well, it’s not like I got sick during the tour so maybe he wasn’t right after all. Maybe I still would’ve gotten sick when we did return. So, maybe I don’t owe him an apol

Brian was released and was rarrin' to go home and pack for traveling with his boys on their tour but . . ., “You can’t be getting too stressed.” said Ringo and removing Brian’s clothes from his suitcase and putting them back in his drawer. “There is no way I am going to spend another two weeks in bed. I feel completely useless just lying around.” Brian said and tried to continue packing. “You don’t HAVE to be confined to the bed. I’m just saying that you shouldn’t uh, . . . overwhelm yourself right away. It could lead to getting sick and being back in bed again.” Ringo said gr

Chapter 2 “Brian? How you doing?” Ringo asked. “I’m a little drowsy.” Brian sighed and tried to open his eyes more. “. . . Where am I?” he asked. “In the hospital. You had appendicitis.” Ringo answered. “Oh, . . . what’s that?” Brian asked. “Kinda like a major stomach pain in your lower abdomen.” Ringo answered and checked a few things. “Oh, . . . how bad was it?” Brian asked in a near mumble. “You had to have surgery.” Ringo answered and fluffed up his pillow a little it. “Hm, . . . m’ tir'd. . .” “I know you

Chapter 1 Brian had just finished another little meeting with his boys and was getting ready to leave when a sudden pain surged from his stomach. So much that he bent over from the immense pain and groaned in agony. “Brian? What’s the matter?” Paul asked and became a little worried when Brian held his stomach and groaned even louder. “My stomach hurts!” Brian answered and tried to pull himself together. He tried standing up but that just hurt his stomach even more, leaving him no choice but to crouch down and hold his stomach. John and Paul helped him to the couch. Ringo became a little worried and called up a