Sorry it's taken me so long to update, I've been really sick lately =/

And I'm currently writing the next chapter for my other story 'The Demons In My Dreams' but the plotline is a bit too complicated...so it may take a while.

This is a REALLY short chapter, I know, but I just wanted to update and you to know that I'm still trying to continue my stories :]

Hope you enjoy.

I don't own anything.

Dougie POV

We had been waiting in a crowded room for almost three hours, watching many other people arrive, none of them seemed to be as hurt as Tom was though. We had called his Mum after about 30 minutes of waiting, though we didn't really know what to say. We didn't even know what had happened to him, Fletch said it looked like he had been stabbed or something...but that just didn't make sense. Who would want to stab Tom? He's never done anything wrong to anybody.

His Mum told us she was going to get here as soon as possible, along with his Dad and sister. She sounded really upset, but I suppose that's to be expected. We were all pretty upset, and worried. No one had come to talk to us or tell us anything, we had just been led into a small waiting room and left to sit there anxiously.

Harry was pacing around the room, unable to keep still, which was quite irritating. Danny kept getting up every few minutes to get a snack from the vending machine, I think he was trying to take his mind off everything.

They both had bloodshot eyes, and I'm sure I was no different. I was just sitting there quietly though, thinking about...things. What would we do if Tom didn't make it? He's the main songwriter, and along with Danny, the lead singer. McFly would definitely split up without him. Though I don't think we could continue anyway if anything happened to him, we'd know him for over seven years, it would just be too hard to do any of the usual things we did without him there.

The fans must be so worried too, the news that Tom had collapsed would probably have spread all over the internet now, I saw quite a few people filming him...

Fletch finally returned to the room at that point, interrupting my thoughts. He had been searching the hospital for the last half hour for any news regarding Tom.

'Did they tell you anything?' Harry asked as soon as Fletch sat down.

'No...nothing. They refused to tell me anything. Said only the doctor examining him had the authority to tell me, and when I asked where I could find the doctor who's been examining him, they told me they're not allowed to tell me!' Fletch sighed frustratedly.

Our hearts sank after hearing that news. We would now have to wait even longer. I just wanted to know that he was at least alive...I hated waiting, I hated feeling so anxious, I hated the possibility that my best friend could be dead...

'But there is something...' Fletch muttered in a dejected tone.

Our heads snapped up immediately.

'What?' We asked in unison.

'The media have already gotten wind of this...there's about ten journalists outside.' He answered.

Journalists. Vultures. Whatever you want to call them, they were a pain. WE didn't even know what was going on, yet they were already looking for information, something to prey on, something they could make money from. They thrived on the suffering of others, and it made me sick.

'Ten? How did they find out this fast?' Danny spoke up.

'The fans probably spread it around. It's probably all over the internet by now...' Fletch answered.

Sighing, we nodded, knowing there was nothing else we could do.

After sitting there in silence, doing nothing, for another 30 minutes, I turned to see that Danny had fallen asleep next to me. He looked so tired...

I couldn't imagine how he must be feeling, he's always been so close to Tom. Well, all of us have, whenever we had a problem, or just needed to talk to someone in confidence, Tom was there for us. He had helped me through so many issues I had, always supported me 100 percent.

He didn't deserve this, whatever this was.

It was then that I decided whoever did this to him would pay, no matter what. It's a shame I didn't consider the consequences of that decision, because I would deeply regret making it soon.