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Chapter 7- Seven Stitches

Dougie shook his head to clear his thoughts and opened his eyes. Tom was just starting to walk back in the sliding doors. His face was sullen and upset.

'No luck. No one has seen him since the gig,' he sighed as he plonked himself into the chair beside Dougie, rubbing his eyes.

'He'll come back when he's ready Tom. He needs some time to himself I think,' Dougie replied and Tom nodded.

'I guess you're right. We all need some time to ourselves.'

Dougie looked at him. 'I don't.'

'Why not? We've been living in a stuffy hotel room with each other for a week. You've seen how we're beginning to get. Hell, you were the one yelling at us to shut up!'

'I'm scared. Scared if I leave I'll fall into a deep dark hole by myself and not be able to get out,' Dougie replied quietly.

'We're here for you Dougie. Also, how have you been sleeping?' Tom asked.

Dougie stared at him. 'What's that got to do with you guys?'

'When you wake us all up with your whimpering, I think it's got something to do with us.'

'I just keep reliving last Friday okay?' Dougie muttered, staring at the white floor.

'Dougie, you know you can talk to us about it,' Tom said in a gentle voice. Dougie nodded, the tears in his eyes flooding over and dripping onto his shorts and the floor.

'I can't stop thinking about it. The fire. The smoke. Zukie. It was all way too close for comfort,' Dougie said, giving Tom half a smile.

'Yeah, I understand Doug. It'd be hard. But remember you can talk to me. I don't care about being woken up at three in the morning if my bass player needs me,' Tom smiled, putting an arm around Dougie's shoulders and squeezing him close. Dougie smiled back and rested his head on Tom's shoulder.

A nurse walked over to them. 'Are you two with Mr Danny Jones?' she asked and they nodded.

'We're his band mates. I'm Tom and this is Dougie,' Tom said, standing up.

'Well Mr Jones is recovering quite well, but we're going to keep him overnight to get his nutrient and hydration levels back up again and to make sure he's not too badly concussed from his head wound. You can come and see him now if you'd like,' she smiled and Tom pulled Dougie off the chair. They followed her down the corridor to a room. Number 43 it had written on it.

Danny was lying in the bed, still in his clothes, staring at the roof, a thick white bandage wrapped around his head. Dougie and Tom bustled in and the nurse closed the door behind them.

'How are you feeling?' Dougie asked quickly, sitting himself on the side of Danny's bed.

'My head is killing me,' he sighed. He looked up at them. 'Seven stitches!' he exclaimed.

Tom and Dougie half smiled.

'I beat you on that one Dan. I got eleven,' Dougie said, jokingly pushing Danny in the arm.

'Ouch!' he exclaimed, pulling it away from Dougie.

'What?!' Dougie asked. Danny pushed the blanket down and the sleeve of his t-shirt up. A purple bruise took up half of the top of his arm, in a straight line from the edge of the box.

'Yowch Dan!' Tom exclaimed.

'Sorry,' Dougie sighed, running a hand through his hair and squeezing his eyes shut.

'It's alright,' Danny replied, pulling the blanket back up. 'Have you found Harry yet?' he asked hopefully.

Tom shook his head. 'No one's seen him.'

'He'll be okay,' Danny sighed, closing his eyes. Tom and Dougie looked at each other.

Tom cleared his throat. 'Danny, why won't you eat?' he asked gently.

'What do you mean Tom?' Danny asked defensively.

'I mean the whole reason you're here!' Tom exclaimed.

'Shh Tom,' Dougie hissed.

'We're your best friends! You could at least tell us when you're going through a tough time!' Tom continued.

'Dougie's obviously going through a tough time too and yet he doesn't have to tell you! And clearly Harry is too and he obviously can't take anymore of your smothering Tom!' Danny fought back, his hand travelling to the back of his head where the bandage was thicker.

'Don't bring me into this Danny!' Dougie yelled back.

'Well maybe I should Dougie! Why were you conveniently awake this morning when I fell out of bed?' Danny snapped.

'Well why did you fall out of bed Danny?' Dougie sneered.

'Because I'm not used to the hotel beds! I miss mine,' Danny replied.

'Yeah and so do we! You're not the only one who lost their stuff Danny! We all did!' Tom exclaimed.

'And you don't think I know that Tom? Why are you here anyway? Harry's missing and both of you are here arguing with me when obviously I need my rest!' Danny yelled. None of them noticed Lila slip into the room behind them.

'What? Seven stitches and you need rest Danny? Try almost burning to death!' Dougie snapped angrily.

'Boys! What's the problem?!' Lila exclaimed.

They all jumped and looked around. 'Nothing,' they mumbled.

'Well it seems to be a very loud nothing. Keep it down or we'll have to ask you two to leave the patient alright?' she said firmly and they nodded. She gave them a smile and Dougie smiled back. She gave him a little wave as she left the room, shutting the door behind her. Danny and Tom turned to look at Dougie.

'What?' he asked, fiddling with the edge of his bandages on his hands.

'What's with you and the hot nurse eh Doug?' Danny asked with a smile.

'Nothing, she just looked after me when I was here...' Dougie looked around at the two boys grinning boyishly at him. 'And got her number!' he added.

'Nice!' Danny said, hi-fiving him. Dougie giggled and returned it.

'Danny, on a serious note, why haven't you been eating mate?' Tom asked quietly.

Danny looked down at the blanket. 'I dunno. It feels weird when I eat. It like sits in my stomach and makes me feel like throwing up,' he sighed.

'Did you tell them that?' Tom asked.

Danny nodded. 'They told me I have to try and eat, no matter how much it feels like I'm going to be sick. They haven't fed me yet. And I'm scared Tom. I don't want to eat, it feels horrible,' he said quietly, looking up at Tom.

'You'll be fine Dan, we'll be here for you,' Tom said with a reassuring smile. He'd never seen Danny look so small and helpless as he did lying in that hospital bed, his face drawn and pale.

'Thanks.' Danny grimaced and looked down at his blankets again. Tom's phone began ringing.

'Tom! You're not supposed to have that on in here!' Dougie hissed.

'Harry's missing Dougie! That's an emergency! Hello?' he said as he pressed the green button. 'Why?...okay then...any luck?....keep looking, we're here with Danny...Yeah he's going good...yeah, he's gotta stay overnight...alright, bye.' Tom hung up the phone.

'Fletch,' he said to the awaiting two pairs of eyes on him.

'And?' Dougie asked.

'He just wanted to make sure Danny was okay, and to check if Harry had shown up here. And he also said to turn the news on,' Tom replied, switching it on.

'After the break, the full report on McFly's disaster gig!' the presenter said before it went onto an ad for washing detergent.

'Can't they just leave us alone?' Tom sighed.