Needing the Pain Ch 26

A/N: I'm sorry for the few days wait, I've just been really tired lately. But hopefully this chapter will be okay! And, plus, I'll be going back to school in a matter of weeks (bleh), and it feels like it's getting harder to write for this after that unofficial hiatus it went on, so, I've given up with the fast chapter updates, but, rest assured, I will finish this, I promis. So, Enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction, Mcfly own themselves.

Danny never came back to the hospital. It had been three days; three days of torture for Tom, Dougie, and Fadia. Dougie hadn't even been able to say anything to Harry, too afraid that the minute he'd open his mouth he'd burst into tears. Harry hadn't made progress with remembering anything. He obviously didn't understand what was going on. The doctor had informed them that the trauma of all that he'd experienced, with losing his sister and self harming, and then a seizure to top it off had just been too much for his mind to handle. That the pressure and the stress had in the end eaten him alive and the only way he could recover from the scarring situation was for his mind to wipe itself clean of the incident.

This, naturally, was not reassuring news. The last thing they wanted was to remind Harry of what happened. Because, really what was there to say? 'Oh, hey there, Haz, just wanted to let you know that your little sister's been dead for two years and that you had a seizure, which is why you're here. And by the way, if you're wondering where the scars came from, it's because you were cutting yourself on a daily basis.' Yeah, surely that wouldn't mess him up so that he'd be worse than ever.

Dougie had been pondering these thoughts, his mind dark and depressing, filled with storms of confusion, frustration, anger, and most of all, fear. He was so unbelievably scared of how this would turn out. He couldn't lose Harry. Not to suicide, which was something that he was frightened would cross Harry's mind after this. And if it's not by suicide, it could be something else. Harry could lose himself because of all the pain and the confusion, and if that happened, well, Dougie's just doesn't think he could cope with it.

He couldn't ever lose Danny either. He didn't care what Danny said. Even if what the Northerner had done was out of line in a way, it was obvious that it was all out of the same fear and heartbreak that the rest of them were feeling. Danny just wasn't as strong in those situations all the time. To be honest, Dougie himself was mildly surprised he wasn't the first one to crack. He definitely felt like he was taking it the hardest, not that it was necessarily true in any way.

"Doug?" He was shot down from his thoughts by a familiar voice question him, wondering if he still had both feet on the ground, because, in the heat of the moment right now, insanity seemed to be on a winning streak. He tried his best to smile; saying in a strained voice, "Hey Faye. Where's Tom?" She sighed, letting her back hit the wall next to me as she crossed her arms. "In there, with Harry. I peeked through the window in the door and he looks like he wants to run to the bathroom and throw up." The bassist shook shook head at hearing this, knowing just how hard it is to be in that room with Harry when he's so helplessly ignorant to what's going on. Not that it was his fault. It most certainly wasn't.

He let his head fall back against the wall as he let a heavy sigh pass his lips. "Why is this happening to us? To Harry? Harry, of all people, he has to go through this! I just…. I wish I could bring her back. I wish I could rewind to the night she was killed and stop her from going out. I want to stop myself from causing the heartbreak I'm about to shove towards him." Fadia shook her head, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her jeans as she spoke. "Dougs, I don't really have an answer. I'm as beaten up as you are about this whole ordeal. It's scary to think he could just, fall back, but, we need to try and stay strong. And maybe we can find Danny and get him to realize the mistake he's making by leaving. Harry needs him right now. We need him." Dougie let her words sink in, staring at her for a moment and realizing just how right she was. They couldn't fall apart now. They'd come too far to just give up on Harry. He needed them.

Dougie knew what he needed to do. "Faye, if you see Tom, tell him I'm okay and I'll be back." Fadia's hand fell on his shoulder, making him pause in his movements. He turned his head, looking straight into deep pools of hazel. "Where are you heading now?" A small, very small, smile graced his lips, as he said, determination spreading across his features and lacing itself into each word the bassist said. "I'm going to find Danny."

And with that being said, he made his way down the hallway, through the lobby and the waiting room, and out the automatic doors, feet padding against cement as he began his search for the lost and confused Northerner.

A/N: Alright, that's finished. And, again, the updates probably won't come fast, unless I suddenly get back my muse or whatever has run away from me so I can get the ball rolling again with this fic. Oh well, we'll see. REVIEW PLEASE! IF YOU DON'T I'LL CRY! ;) xx