New chapter =) sorry the chapters are so short, but its not a very long fic =) thanks for the reviews.
They made it to the hospital, but Dougie had already been whisked off to another room.
'If you boys could just follow me, we'll get these injuries seen to,' a motherly nurse said, ushering them into a room off the side of the emergency room.
'We're not hurt. We just want to see Dougie,' Tom said as the nurse bandaged his arm and dabbed stinging antiseptic on his other burns.
'I'm sorry, we can't allow that at the moment,' she said, moving onto Danny next.
Tom didn't even notice the pain in his arm or other wounds. He could only think about the fourth member of their band, lying in pain somewhere else in the hospital, all because they couldn't save him. He couldn't help it. And he'd done it all for nothing. Zukie had died anyway. More and more tears flooded his face, dripping down onto his soot covered t-shirt. They should've done more to help Dougie.
'We should've tried harder. We should've tried harder,' Tom whimpered over and over again, curling up in a ball on the white bed sheets.
'Tom, mate, you said so yourself, we couldn't,' Harry said.
'Try harder. Try harder,' Tom began repeating, rocking back and forwards.
'We're going to need some sedation in here,' the nurse said into the speaker on the wall.
'Tom doesn't need to be sedated! He's just worried like the rest of us, please just let us go and see our band mate!' Harry exclaimed, beginning to sound hysterical. The nurse ignored him.
'Please, we need him!' Danny pleaded, jumping off the bed, attempting to leave the room. His knees collapsed from underneath him and he fell to the floor in a heap, sobbing and crying once again. Two nurses took him by the armpits and lay him back on the bed, where he curled into a ball, like Tom, crying.
'Please calm down boys,' a nurse said, going over to the trolley another doctor had bought in.
'Right, we're going to sedate all of you for the moment, just so you can all get some proper sleep okay? You can see Dougie when you wake up, I promise,' she said, trying to be comforting. Harry hadn't realised how tired he actually he was until she mentioned sleep. The sun was just beginning to come up outside the window. They all nodded.
'Right, now we're going to move you to different rooms so you can get some sleep, okay?' the nurse said as the doctor bought in three wheelchairs for them.
'We can walk,' Danny said.
'We'd rather you took these,' she replied.
'Can't we all be in the same room? Please?' Harry pleaded. The nurse thought about it for a minute.
'Alright then,' she sighed, motioning for them to get into the wheelchairs.
The staff wheeled them down to another room with three beds inside, helping each of them into hospital gowns and then into bed.
'This should knock you out for about ten hours, press this button when you wake up, alright?' the nurse said, getting the needles ready.
Harry shuddered. He hated needles. Tom grimaced at him as he held his arm out for the nurse to inject him. Within a few seconds, he began feeling sleepy and before he knew it, he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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