Tom's POV
I rub my hands over my eyes, looking down at my feet. All I can see his the vinyl floor and the wheels of your hospital bed. I can hear the ringing of the machines. Those things scares me to death, there are just too many around you and the sound they make... too high pitched, too present. They remind me of the noise you're not making. Laying here under those hospital bed sheets, so far away from your own bed in our house. I trail my eyes onto the floor and find the wires collecting the machines to the wall. You're hanging on to me by a wire. I hate those devices, you shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have called you that night, you shouldn't have pick up whilst driving...
I hear a loud ringing and I lift my eyes hastily. It's nothing. As usual, there is nothing new. Danny... just... just wake up... Your heart is beating unsteadily, going from 118 to 130 all the time. So much faster than mine but, because you're in a coma, they say it's normal. I don't even want to hear that word anymore. Nothing is normal since I heard you scream that night. The silence that followed took away any sense to the word normal. My cellphone vibrates in my pocket. It's a text message from Dougie.
Where are you mate? The auditions are starting.
I reply: I don't want to be there for that shit.
Come on. We need you.
I'm at the hospital. Danny needs me more than you right now.
I hear the beeping sound again and your heart rate drops down to 102. My own heart seems to skip a beat. At first, I wanted your heart to slow down, coming closer to my own pace. I thought that, when it was slowing down, you were coming closer to waking up... But they told me that when your heart slows down like that, it's a sign that you're closer to death. So beat... heart... just beat. Fast. Run... I don't want you to die, Danny...
I sigh, moving from the chair I woke up in to the one next to your head. I take your hand, it's lifeless, and cold. Move... just move... I look at your fingers and... nothing. I squeeze them, resting my head on the drab covers, waiting. The nurse come and go. Nothing. My pocket vibrate again. This time it's Harry.
That guy is awesome... You would like him.
I look at the little screen, feeling the anger rise in me. How can he say that! I will never like someone that will sing with me, stay next to me on stage, pretending to be you... Danny, just move...
This one is pretty good too. The others were shit.
I press the buttons: I don't care.
You have a say in this, Tom. Just come now, we'll go back to see Dan later. Alright?
I don't reply. I don't care. Nothing really matters. I don't want to do this. I don't want to. What did you have to do this? Why did you have to say this to us? Did you knew that you would end up in that place soon? Make music. No matter what. But I can't make music without you. We started this together, how do they expect me to go on in McFly without you by my side. I delayed the inevitable for six months but since you... since you don't wake up, I... I can't do this with someone else. I love Harry, I love Dougie, you know that right? But it will never be the same... I lean forward and take your hand again. I see your chest rising but it's the machines. The wires. You were so... Danny, you were so alive... How in the Hell are you laying there, with those crappy things around you... My cellphone moves again. I'm getting exasperated now.
OMG. We found our guitarist. She's fucking brilliant!
Doug... I don't give a flying fuck. Leave me alone.
I throw the cellphone on the other side of the room. My battery drops with the shock of it against the wall. Good. Now, we are alone. I don't need McFly to go on, I need you. You were my friend, you were my rock. And now, I'm drowning. Literally.
But the guys remember your words, they know what the group meant to you and they want to honor you. Make music. No matter what. But I can't... I will but I... I will do it for you but... please wake up. I'm not giving up, Danny, you'll be with me on stage again. We will throw away that piece of shit that will take your place and you'll be with us again. Right? I will listen to you if you listen to me. Don't die.