//-------------------------------------------------------// With A Little Help From My Friends -by ThornGrabber- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// One Trippy Ride //-------------------------------------------------------// One Trippy Ride A/N: This is my first story, and I’ve put a lot of effort into it. It’s not perfect, but I’m hoping to add to my experience with this fic. Pre-read by my dear friend, Watermelon Smiles. Chapter 1: One Trippy Ride. “John, ya almost ready for the show?” Paul asked me, smiling as he tuned his bass up a bit. “Yeah, just let me my fill in, Paul.” I smiled, standing up from the amp I was resting on. “Don’t use too much there, mate. We still need ya in the real world for tonight.” I went on with giving myself the boost not caring what would happen, although I should have. “Hey, Paul, what’s taking John so long? Show’s in five.” George grumbled to Paul, slipping up beside him. “He’s just getting, uh, boost, George.” Paul chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Guys! Ya gotta help me.” Ringo rushed in, out of breath. “Ringo, what’s wrong?” “It’s John, he’s gone and passed out!” The three of them quickly ran into the dressing room to find John on the ground, drool going down his mouth. “John, John wake up!” Paul exclaimed, placing a hand on John’s cheek. “Someone get help!” George shouted. A group of guards came in the room, glancing warily. “Please help him.” Paul mumbled. “Call 911.” One of the guards commanded. The ambulance arrived, the doctors quickly ran into the dressing room. “When did this happen?” One the nurses asked. “I don’t know, I just walked in here to find John lying on the floor.” A panicking Ringo explained. The doctor placed two fingers on John’s neck. “Nurse, get him the stretcher, he has a pulse.” The doctor said calmly. They quickly placed John in the stretcher. “Is he going to be ok?” George said with a tear falling from his eye. “He will need life support, but come to the New York First Hospital in a few hours.” “We’ll be there.” Paul said. The ambulance arrived at the hospital and took John in. Three doctors came out of the main doors. “Is that John Lennon”? One of the doctors asked. “Damn it, that’s not important right now! We need to get him in the ER now; he’s suffering from LSD O.D.” The doctor who brought him explained. They quickly got him into the E.R. “Get him on life support now!” One of the doctors demanded. “Ok, we need to extract the LSD from his body. Jackie, put an IV in him now. Spencer, give me a fluid tube.” The doctor put a needle into John’s skin, and then placed the fluid tube through the base of the needle capsule. “This should extract the drug, until then, we should be patient.” The doctor stated calmly. A few hours passed and the other band members arrived. Paul walked over to the main desk. “Where’s John at?” “I’m sorry, John who?” The nurse snapped. “Damn it, Lennon, John Lennon.” Paul raised his voice. “Oh, I’m sorry. E.R Room 234.” The nurse quickly responded. The three of them quickly walked to the room and opened the door to the sight of the doctor standing beside a sleeping John. “Is he-?” “Shh..." The doctor cut George off. “He’s fine, but listen to me, John is in a coma.” “What…for how long?” Paul panicked. “I’m not sure, but you have to prepare yourself for this. I’m afraid you guys won’t be doing shows for a while, well, at least with John. “Oh God…” Ringo breathed. “Just give him time, and he should come back to us.” The doctor said with a slight smile. “But I’m afraid you guys will have to go home for now, but you’re more than welcome to stay as long as you like tomorrow, ok?” “Alright." George said in a soft whisper. “Good night, John.” Paul whispered. My eyes slowly opened my vision blurry, but later came back to normal. I awoke to the sight of what appeared to be a grove, small beams of light coming through the tree branches, and the sound of birds chirping. I sat up and rubbed my face, but my hands felt odd. I looked at my hands, to find hoofs. I gasped at the sight, and then tried to stand but I quickly fell over. I looked behind me to find back legs and a tail. I glanced around to find a large enough puddle; I found one near a small tree. I looked in it to see a brown pony with a long brown mane, I appeared to being wearing my circle glasses still but nothing else. I tilted my head and groaned. “I must be stoned outta my mind.” I tried to stand again. I luckily found my balance and started to trot. I found a clearing and poked my head through it to the sight of a large field, filled with red apples. My mouth dropped a little. “Where am I..?” I said to myself. I started to trot through the field looking around for someone, and then I heard a voice behind me. “Hey you, whattaya think ya doing, trying to steal some apples?!” I looked behind me to see a very large red pony. “You just spoke! You’re, uh, talking pony!” “Eyup, and so is ya!” “You must be part of my imagination.” I mumbled. “Enope, ahm real. Ma names Big Macintosh, and what’s ya name”? “You haven’t heard of me”? “Enope.” Mac replied. “I don’t know if I should say this is paradise, or you’re very isolated. My name is John Lennon.” “Nice to meet ya, John!” “You to, Big Macintosh.” I said with a smile. “Please, call me Mac!” “Alrighty, Mac.” I slightly grinned. “So would ya mind tellin me what ya doin in Sweet Apple Acres?” Mac asked. “Umm, I don’t know how I got here. I just remember getting high”. “High? You a Pegasus?” Mac responded. “Uh, no. High. You know, funky time? Relaxing time?” “Enope.” “ Do you even have drugs here..?” I asked. “Medicine? Yes, we got ‘em” “Not that kind of drug. Ya know, weed, angel dust, moon tears?” “Enope, we got weeds, though I hate ‘em.” I chuckled at his response, “So, umm, where exactly am I?” “Ya in Equestria! Where are ya from?” Mac asked. “Liverpool, England.” “Where’s that?” Mac asked. “Europe”. I responded. “I don’t know that one either.” Mac sighed. “Earth?” I said. “That one I know.” Mac laughed. I just smiled. "Well Mac, tell me about this 'Equestria.'" “Ya never head of Equestria?” Mac asked. I smiled and said “Enope.” I chuckled.