Chapter twenty two. – Dougie's Pov
It was all black. Just black. The simple colour black. What had they done to me? Killed me? Why was everything just black?
"Dougs?" came a voice. I recognised it. I'd been kidnapped, hadn't I? "Doug, baby, you're whimpering! Open your eyes." I was whimpering? Oh, I was. I never noticed it.
Slowly, very, very slowly, I started to open my eyes, sighing in relief as I didn't see black anymore. I was okay. But what happened?
"Harry… Can you explain…?" I muttered, glancing over at my boyfriend who was hiding a laugh as I just laid there, so defeated as I never found the toilets. My dick wasn't hard anymore. It felt awful. Really, it did. I wanted to find the toilets so badly, but the thought that I never did, it just hurt me so, so much.
"Well, I suppose that Fletch caught you. Then they put you to sleep. Because you reacted weirdly at something, that made you act as if you were drunk. And you told Fletch that he's the best manager in the world and you would die for him if you had to die for someone. It was amusing." Harry said, laughing hysterically as he was done telling me. It was a bit fun to hear, but damn, it was embarrassing.
"Is Fletch mad at me?" I said quietly, starting to fiddle with my fingers.
"Well, I don't know really. He didn't seem to be. Just a little annoyed. I think it's all okay now. I mean, we're back in our beds and everything…" Harry answered with a sigh.
"That's the problem!" I suddenly shouted. "We're back in our beds. I don't want to be in this fucking bed. I hate hospitals. I'm not supposed to be here. I want to go home."
Harry sighed sadly before he did something that surprised me so enormously much. He pulled the drip-needle out together with the rest of the wires, before he walked over to my bed. He lifted me up slightly before sitting down under me, taking me in his arms.
Annoyed, I pulled out the drip needle, so that I could move my arms as much as I wanted, and to wrap my arms around Harry properly.
"I know you want to go home. And I want to go home too. I don't like it here. None of us do. I understand you, baby. But you have to stay here until they say you're allowed to go home. Please stay strong and calm, obey and don't do anything stupid. Just listen to the doctors. If they say that you should stay in bed, then do it. I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to die because of your problems with your heart."
I sighed sadly and bit my lower lip before nuzzling my head into Harry's chest, groaning slightly out of boredom before I pulled away to instead place a small kiss on Harry's lips.
"I'll try… I supposed…" I muttered with another sigh following. Harry smiled sweetly before he stroked my hair calmly, wrapping his arms around me after that, to just hold me close and tight for a long time.
Not that it was a long time since a nurse soon entered the room, Fletch following.
"What are you two thinking you are doing?" Fletch snapped as he marched over to the bed, his hands on his hips as he waited for us to answer him. He needed answers very quickly and that bothered me very much.
"Dougie has the home-sickness. And I felt that as his boyfriend, I wanted to be close to him and soothe him. Sorry, Fletch…" Harry tried, before the nurse got me off the bed so Fletch could drag Harry back to his own bed. And as always, I shouted and kicked to get to Harry, receiving embarrassed and annoyed glances from Fletch all the time.
"Please, could you two boys stop removing the wires all the time?" the nurse said with a very annoyed tone as she attached me to the things again.
"Why should we?" I frowned, pulling the drip out again. It hurt, but it was worth it because the nurse got pissed off, she never showed it so much though. "It's annoying to have all the things there. Really, it is."
"But you have to have them there. So please, don't remove anything." She half snapped after been putting the drip back, making her way over to Harry to put his things back.
"Oh God you're all so sensitive." I rolled my eyes before my head snapped to the side as I heard a light cough, coming from Fletch who had a serious expression plastered on his face as he actually kept his face away from me. "What? Do I have something in my face? Why can't you look at me? Do I look horrible?"
"No, Dougie, it's not that. But I need to talk to you about something. There will be some changes because of what's going on with you. And you won't like the news. I can already now say that I'm deeply sorry about what you will hear." He said slowly, and a bit quietly. He was only making me more and more nervous with everything he said. I got scared for what I would hear. I didn't want him to tell me since I wouldn't like it. He could've just kept his mouth shut and left me and Harry in our room instead of coming with bad news or anything.
"Fletch… I'm not sure if I want to hear if it's bad or anything…" I muttered, my gaze falling on my hands, as I was fiddling hysterically with my fingers.
"But you have to hear is at some point, Doug! You can't escape it. And I need to tell you now, and Harry, you can also listen because it's partly about Tom." Fletch snapped.