LittleLouiseeee - i don't think the orderlies know that James is Tom's teddy... and it can't be nice to be stuck there, without really knowing properly what was going on, away from everybody you love and hold dear :/

xxPUDDxx - apparently they don't realise the harshness of their actions :( and thank you! :D

21 Harry's POV

Somehow, we managed to keep Danny distracted until it was phone call time. He was almost shaking as the phone rang, as usual, being picked up by a nurse. "I-Is Tom Fletcher there?" Danny asked, gripping his guitar so tight I thought he was going to snap it. "erm, I'll have a check for him, I'll be back in a few minutes." Footsteps were heard walking off, Danny was practically bouncing on his heels in desperation. "calm down, he'll be here in a second." I put my hands on his shoulders, stopping him moving.

"I'm sorry, Tom is busy right now. He's having a session with his doctor at the moment." The nurse explained, all of our hearts broke. "b-but he's had his session today." Danny whimpered, hugging his guitar now. "well, he's having another one. He'll be busy for a while, don't try to call again, you'll be interrupting the routine." The line went dead...what the hell was that!? "but, I need to sing Tom's song to him." Danny whimpered weakly, pocketing his phone with such a down hearted look. "aw well, never mind, we saw Tom today, and made him laugh. So thats something. We'll see Tom again tomorrow." I encouraged, worrying that Tom had done something wrong and now he had gotten himself into trouble.

"yeah, but what if he's done something wrong and they're punishing him?" Danny turned to look at me worriedly, all wide eyed and scared. "then we'll find out about it tomorrow and it'll be alright. Its all part of the treatment, learning to behave and be well, to put it bluntly, normal. And the 'punishment' can't be that bad, Tom's not that bad, so he can't be punished that bad." I smiled encouragingly, giving him a hug. "I hope so, I don't want him upset or anything." Danny whispered, pressing into my shoulder. "I know, but its going to be alright. Tom will be fine, I promise. In a few years time, you'll be laughing about this, together, happy and back like you should be." I promised, "now come on, we've left Doug alone with a hot oven, we better go avoid an explosion." I joked after a while of silence. "I heard that!" Dougie called, making me laugh.

"well, its true, last time we left you alone with an oven, you burnt your hand, and almost managed to blow up the kitchen!" I teased, kissing Dougie's head gently when he came into view. "last time I try to be a nice house husband for you then!" Dougie stuck out his tongue, shoving my side playfully. "aw no, don't stop! I like seeing you trying to be all domesticated, instead of an insane wild child." I giggled, tickling his side, making him squeak adorably. "stop it! I wanna eat!" Dougie pushed me away and pulled a bit of pizza from his plate and shoving it in his mouth.

"alright, I'll behave...for now." I gave him a teasing smile, helping him put the plates on the table. The three of us sat down to eat, quietly making our way through meal without much thought about it. We were all clearly thinking about Tom, hoping he was alright. Dougie didn't hear the failed attempt of a phone call, but I knew he had guessed what had had happened. "we are going to see Tom tomorrow, right?" Dougie asked eventually, leaning on my side. "yeah, of course! We're seeing Tom tomorrow no matter what! I don't care what they're doing to him, we're seeing him!" Danny almost shouted, looking worried beyond belief. "we'll see him tomorrow, they can't be punish Tom that much, if they even are punishing him. You never know, they could just be having another session with him." I encouraged, trying to stop Danny falling into more depression. He was just so depressed when he was at home, the only time we saw him smile was when we were with Tom, but it was still such a sad smile, because he knew their time was limited.

"yeah, I d*nm well hope so. I'm going to go to bed, I'm not hungry and I'm tired." Danny grumbled, getting up and quickly running out of the room. Dougie sighed loudly, falling to lay on my chest. "he'll be okay, don't worry. Its just a tough day. Just remember, Tom is getting better, all the time, he's slowly getting better." I squeezed him tight, trying to tell myself that at the same time. "I know, this bit just hurts. Not knowing, just knowing that tomorrow, we'll just be facing a depressed Danny and a bruised Tom who misses us so much and just wants to come home." Dougie whispered, looking up at me worriedly. "I know, but, we'll find some way of cheering Danny up, and we'll cheer Tom up too. Somehow, we'll cheer them both up, maybe we'll see about taking Tom out for a walk, just in the grounds. Tom likes the rain doesn't he? And its raining tomorrow, that'll cheer him up a bit." I suggested, wondering if Tom had even been let out of the ward at all in the past few weeks.

22 Dougie's POV

After what felt like forever, it was time to see Tom again. We were in that ward so fast we couldn't have run any quicker. Today, Danny had his guitar with him too, it was his favourite one, but at the moment he didn't seem to care that it was almost getting battered about as he ran down the hall ways, pushing into Tom's room and stopping in his tracks. Tom was laying on top of his covers on his bed, laying in possibly the most awkward position I had ever seen, fast asleep. Well... I think it was sleep anyway, he was just a little bit too still for this to be natural sleep.

"Tommy?" Danny whispered, gingerly poking Tom's shoulder, getting no reaction at all. "Danny, I think they've given him something." Harry pulled his hand away, stopping him from poking Tom again. "but he shouldn't be sleeping now! Its not...he shouldn't be sleeping! Its midday, he shouldn't be sleeping!" Danny looked so scared, his fingers twitching like all he wanted to do was pick Tom up and carry him home. "I know, but maybe he needed it. Calm down, alright? Just take a deep breath." Harry pulled Danny to sit in a chair, hugging me close at the same time, for my comfort or his own I didn't know. "Tom can't lay like that, he'll give himself back ache." Danny got back up again, straightening out Tom's position, so his back was laying flat on the bed, his arm across his stomach, his other hand held tightly in Dannys. I grabbed James the teddy and put it in Tom's arm so he was hugging it, hoping it would help him a little.

"I see you've found Tom then." Doctor Scott came in, sighing a little. "what happened? Why is Tom sleeping?!" Danny whimpered, turning around, keeping hold of Tom's hand at the same time. "we sent him to sleep, so he could calm down. He wasn't in a good state of mind to say the least, so we thought it would be best to give him some time to safely to calm down." He explained, leaning in the doorway. "w-why wasn't he in a good state of mind?" Danny paled, glancing down at Tom's sleeping form. "Tom didn't want to eat this morning, and basically ended up refusing completely. He just wanted to come back here, and just stay here. I'm not sure why, he was just refusing to eat anything or do anything, he was just crying out that he wanted to go home. It was best to leave him to calm down for a while. I'm sorry that its eating in to your visiting time." The doctor shrugged, I think I paled a little.

"he did what? He's not, getting worse, is he?!" Harry worried, his arm going around Danny's waist before the poor guy collapsed. His legs were trembling so badly I was surprised he was still currently standing. "no, no, I don't think so. Its common for patients to do something like this a few weeks into their treatment, once they've properly realised whats going on around them. Tom's just probably going through the same thing. He's realised that he's here for a while and is trying to fight back, it just happens, we just have to wait it out for a while. Things will return to normal." Doctor Scott explained, I didn't know whether to feel relieved or not.

"its really nothing to worry about. I assure you there is nothing to worry about, at all. This will all blow over in a few days, maybe a few weeks. Tom will calm down, and we can then properly carry on with his treatment." The doctor carried on, "right, I'll leave you to Tom, he'll be waking up soon. Unless you have any questions?" he went to move. "where was Tom last night? He was apparently in a session with you when we supposed to be having our phone call." Danny asked, shuffling closer to us and Tom, biting on his lip. "well, Tom had a...problem, again, last night. He didn't cope well being in the day room so we kept him in here to try to calm him down." The doctor explained, walking out and leaving us with an almost dead still Tom.

"I hope this is just a phase, its got to just be a phase." Danny whispered, turning round to look at Tom, leaning down to stroke his hair from his face. "it is Dan, don't worry. Its just a phase that Tom will get over." Harry sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed with me. "I hope so." Danny mumbled, leaning his head against Toms, his guitar banging on the floor as he knelt down. "he will. Hey, how about you play Tom's song, so he'll wake up hearing it. It might help, like it does over the phone." Harry suggested, clearly looking for something to distract Danny from worrying so much.