The rest of the night was a blur. After Tom's parents and sister arrived to confirm that the body was indeed him, we all stayed in the hospital feeling very shocked and emotional.

Nobody exchanged any words, too scared to say anything. Danny was definitely the worst. We'd managed to get him to calm down by trying to put other things on his mind, but it was nearly impossible. He was allowed to sit next to Tom's body, so he stayed there for most of the night.

I'd whispered my apologies to his family around 5 am, and made sure they'd look after Danny before Harry and I decided to go home.

"Morning." Harry whispered from beside me.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes, ignoring him. I got out of the bed and walked over to the wardrobe, looking for my school uniform.

"Dougie, what are you doing?"

I began to undress myself once I'd found my uniform.

"Dougie, it's Sunday..."

I turned to him and glared, doing my buttons back up again. "When that nurse began to describe him last night, saying 'blue eyes', I knew there was hope. Hope it wasn't him. Oh how I was wrong." I mumbled to myself, shaking my head.

Harry sighed. "Doug, I know how you must feel, about everything that happened last night." He whispered.

I frowned. "You don't fucking understand! My best friend was murdered last night! Do you hear me? MURDERED!" I yelled at him before bursting into tears.

He put an arm around me, pulling me close.

"I'm sorry Harry, it's not your fault. I just need a bit of time to get past this." I went back over to the wardrobe, rummaging through it again.

"Where are you going?"

"To go and see Danny. I was talking to his mum last night at the hospital, we need to do something about Dan. He's suicidal."

"Are you joking?! Dougie, we're not going to put him in some mental institution! What were you thinking?!"

"Would you rather him just kill himself?!" I shouted back.

Harry closed his mouth. "Don't."

I wiped my eyes. "It will happen, you saw him last night."

He slowly nodded. "Okay." He croaked, voice trembling. "I'll get on the phone to some people."

I nodded, turning to leave the room. "I'll be back later."

X-X

"Hello Mrs Jones." I muttered, as she invited me into their house. "How's Danny?"

She shook her head. "Not doing too well I'm afraid, Dougie."

I sighed. "We need to get him in safe hands. So he can be healthy."

"I agree." She whispered. "Have you told Harry?"

"Yeah, he's sort of agreed. But he's still a bit hesitant. Would it be alright if I see Danny?"

"I doubt he'll say anything, he hasn't eaten anything or slept at all. You can try though." She sighed, stepping out of the way so I could enter his bedroom.

Pushing open his bedroom door, my eyes immediately landed on a figure lying in a heap on the floor, something glistening in his hand.

"Danny!" I cried, leaping over to him, pulling the razor out of his hand. I was too late though. There were a dozen deep cuts on both of his arms, blood trickling down them, hitting the cream carpet.

He looked up at me, through teary eyes.

"Dan." I whispered, shaking my head at him. I carefully placed the razor on top of his dresser and crouched down next to him. "Come on, let me help you clean these."

I reached under his arms to try and heave him up but heard several whimpers and snivels coming from the poor boy.

I sighed, getting up again, walking into his en suite, before going back over to him with the supplies I needed.

I carefully tried to clean his cuts but he kept on moaning softly and pulling his arms away from me.

After finally managing to clean and bandage most of his cuts, I then managed to get him up onto the edge of the bed.

"Come on, let's get you in something warm." I said, looking at his dirty suit, stained with his blood.

I tried to carefully pull off his suit jacket, being careful not to cause much pain to his arms.

He kept on shaking his head and swatting my hands away as I tried to undo his shirt buttons.

"Dan." I whispered, looking him right in the eyes. "I'm so sorry." I cried, pulling him into a tight hug, both of us snivelling into each other's necks.

X-X

After not getting many words out of Danny I decided to leave his room and join his mother in the kitchen.

"He's not doing too good." I mumbled. "I cleaned up his cuts and all that."

"Cuts?!"

I sighed. "He's been cutting."

She looked horrified. "Okay, I'm calling a rehabilitation centre!" She cried, going over to the phone.

My phone started to ring loudly, making her jump.

"It's Harry." I said, quickly answering it.

"Harry?"

"Hey, Dougie. I've found a good rehabilitation centre that my cousin went to once. They can have him in whenever. Should we just do it now?"

"Yeah." I gulped, looking at Mrs Jones. "Bring them over now."

X-X

It took a while but we finally managed to get Danny out of the house and into rehab. It wasn't too far from where we lived, in East London.

It was emotional for all of us, Danny really didn't want to go, he kicked up quite a fuss before the doctors managed to get him in there.

"We're not sure how long he'll be in here for. But we'll see how well he does." Danny's doctor, Margaret, calmly said to Mrs Jones, Harry, and me, as we stood outside of Danny's room in the rehabilitation centre.

"Thank you for all the information. If there's anything else you need to tell us, don't be afraid to ask. Visiting days are Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. 9am – 6pm. Just one more thing...the funeral of Thomas Fletcher, we'll be able to hopefully let Daniel out to be there, so make sure to let us know about that."

I glanced at Harry, I hadn't even thought about the funeral. I must see Tom's parents about that. "Okay." I whispered to the doctor, as we left the building.

"I'll drop you two home." Mrs Jones said to us as we all got in her car. "I need to bring back over some things of Danny's. I'm not quite sure what he's even allowed, but I'll see if he can at least have a photo of Tom."

I nodded. "Yeah, that'll be a good idea."

X-X

Harry and I arrived home to find his mother waiting for us.

"Finally you're back." She said, walking over to us. "I just want to say I'm so sorry, Dougie. About the tragic event that happened last night, Tom was your best friend."

I slowly nodded. "Thanks Mrs Judd."

"Where have you been?"

"Taking care of Danny." Harry whispered. "He's gone into rehab."

"Wow." She whispered. "I hope he gets better there."

I nodded. "I hope so too."

"The police just knocked on the door, looking for you two. They're talking to every single person who was at the dance last night, they even want to talk to me and Thomas. It's the only way they can find out who...killed him." She whispered. "They'll probably need to ask quite a lot of questions to you two, so try and remember everything, okay? I don't want either of you to be seen as guilty."

Harry nodded. "Alright, I guess we'll just go there now then."