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Dear George, open up your eyes

(Sorry if this chapter's a bit short and/or boring, but I will say that I wanted to cry writing the short second half)

After George was shot in the neck, Mary Ann and Ginger put a small bandage over the wound and he immediately got some sleep.

The next morning, Gilligan rushed into the hut and next to George's bed.

"Hey George, Mary Ann just made a fresh banana cream pie. I'll race ya!"

George had yet to even make a move off the bed.

"George?" Gilligan stood there wondering if George would do somehing. Anything.

"What's wrong, Gilligan?" John asked, hobbling over by George's bed on his walking stick. Paul came along, and Ringo followed suit.

"It's George. He won't wake up. I even mentioned fresh banana cream pie!"

"If he didn't move a muscle for pie, then either we're in an alternate dimension or something is seriously wrong with Geo."

"PROFESSOR!! PROFESSOR, COME QUICK!!"

The Professor ran into the hut. "What, what, what is it?"

"George, he- he won't wake up. Even when we mentioned food."

"I thought this would've happened." The Professor sighed.

"What?" The other four asked.

"That dart- it may have been tipped, but with a clear serum."

"So, he's-"

"Not necessarily, he could still be alive, but it's no guarantee he'll stay like that for much longer, depending on what the dart was tipped with."

...............

The Professor walked back into the hut. John, Paul, Ringo, Mary Ann, and Gilligan were surrounding the lifeless looking George.

"Well?" Ringo asked the question everyone else had on their minds.

The Professor let out a deep sigh. "Curare."

Everyone's eyes widened.