The Unlikely Suspect - thank you! i'm really glad you feel like i'm getting Pudd right, i always find them a little harder to write than Flones!
ZoexDoug - thanks, and thats okay, as long as you comment sometimes and enjoy it! :D
97 Tom's POV
"Danny! Danny come back!" I shouted, running down the corridor, following the trail of blood drops. It was Danny's blood, there was so much of it, he was going to die unless he got some help right now! "Danny! Danny stop!" I cried out, panicking when Danny didn't stop running away, sprinting down the blindingly bright corridor, smearing ruby red blood everywhere. Suddenly, Danny stopped, hunching over and dropping onto the floor, his arms shaking as he tried to keep himself upright.
"Danny? Danny, you need help, come on, we'll get you help!" I tried pull him up, but I couldn't, he was too heavy! "no, no, go on without me. I'll be fine." Danny whispered, lifting his face to look at me. He was so pale, he looked dead! "no, come with me. There's people who can help you, come on, we've got to go now!" I pulled him upright, covering myself in his blood. I tried to ignore it and pull us down the corridor, but Danny was so heavy and he had no energy to keep himself standing, he was tipping us both over!
"Danny, come on, fight for me! Fight to stay awake!" I pleaded, stumbling and making Danny hit the wall. More blood splattered across it, and suddenly a sticky red liquid started seeping through Danny's white tshirt, making it stick to him. It was more blood! More and more blood! It wouldn't stop pouring! Danny dropped to the floor, his eyes closing. "no! No Danny no! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Wake up, please wake up!" I screamed, shaking him madly, my hands and clothes staining bright red. "no, no, come on Danny. Fight, fight for me, for us, wake up! Don't die, please don't die, I, I love you!" I cried, clutching at him, like if I let go, he would die. "I, I don't." Danny whispered, before he fell completely still.
I bolted upright with a shout, feeling so sticky and wet... oh god, it hadn't been true, had it? I scrambled out of my covers, not caring that I fell on the floor, checking myself madly for blood, any blood, there wasn't any, thank god for that. But it didn't stop my chest from heaving in shaky breath, that had been so scary, so, so scary. Even though I had nightmares every single night, I was still so scared by them, I was so scared every single time. They all felt so real, so painfully real, I couldn't handle it, I needed reassurance that they weren't real. But Danny wasn't here to tell me that I was okay, and I wasn't going to see him until 10am, if I was allowed to see him at all. I had been so bad this week I didn't know if Doctor Scott was going to let everyone visit or not, he had already taken away my TV and my key necklace. He had left me with only my lucky six pence, because it was from Carrie, not anyone else.
"what the hell are you screaming about now?" an orderly barged in suddenly, glaring at me. If looks could kill, you would be dead right now, because you've disturbed him. "n-nothing, s-sorry." I scrambled back into bed, trying to be good, not wanting to annoy this man. "good, go back to sleep, its early. I'm guessing you want your medication again." No, you don't need it. I shook my head, as ordered. "good, now go to sleep." The orderly slammed the door again, I flinched at the loud sound, swearing that the wall moved with the slam.
I laid down again and really tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't, I couldn't sleep. I couldn't sleep without being wrapped in Danny's arms, or having the sleeping medication they gave me. Fine, go and bother the orderly or the nurse and be a baby. Go and get the help you need, baby. I whimpered, but went, creeping through the corridors, trying to find someone who could help. But I never came across anyone, no-one was walking around, and I was getting lost. All the corridors looked the same and I had no clue where I was going! I was just wandering around in confusing circles, like I had done in the woods. My feet were as cold as they were then, because the tiles were freezing against my bare feet, making them prickle weirdly.
I tried to back track to my room, but I had no clue which way I was going! I was completely lost, turning round and round in circles trying to figure out which way I was supposed to be going. With every corridor I wandered through, I got colder and colder, and more and more panicky. I didn't want to be lost anymore, I didn't like being lost, I wanted to be warm and to know where I was. My head was filled with the images of the woods, trying to chase after the ginger cat, confusing me even more. I had no idea where I was going! We're going to be lost forever!
"hey, you there! What are you doing out of bed?" someone called suddenly, I turned round to see the orderly who had talked to me earlier. "Fletcher, what the hell are you doing out of bed?!" he growled, storming towards me. He's so angry, this is going to hurt so bad! Run away! "I, I was trying to find a nurse or something! I couldn't sleep! Don't hurt me, please!" I backed away from him, so scared that he was going to hurt me in some way. He was so mean usually, I didn't want him to be mean now! "oh really? And thats why you're very near the reception is it? Trying to escape again are we?" he got within touching distance, backing me into a corner, my chest tightened with fright.
"no! No, I wasn't escaping I swear! I wasn't trying to run away or anything!" I tripped over, hitting my head hard on the wall behind me, staring up at the angry orderly above me. "don't try and be pathetic and lie, just get up and get back to your room." He grabbed my arm, squeezing so hard on my scarred arm. I cried out in pain, but he just told me to be quiet and shoved me into my room, ignoring me crying. Pathetic, just pathetic. Stop crying you wimp. Its not like there's anything new on your arm, it shouldn't hurt. But it did! It hurt so much! "stop talking to yourself and go to sleep. I'm going to tell Doctor Scott what you've done, we'll see what he thinks of your lies." The orderly slammed the door again with a smirk, locking it. Locking me into my room, with the voices laughing loudly in my ears, cackling about how stupid I was being.
98 Danny's POV
I spent so long trying to think of something that could help make the rumours stop, to help make it easier for Tom when he got out. But I couldn't think of anything, the only thing I could think of was taking Tom out to do a few interviews with us to help explain everything, but that could seriously backfire on us. We had no clue what the presenters would say to Tom, what stupid thoughts they would put inside his head, it could have put his recovery back, or do something to him, which I didn't want to do! It was so hard to think of something to help Tom and us out, it wasn't helping that my head was just full of everything, so many different thoughts running through my head all at the same time. Tom, Tom seeing our interviews, Tom cutting, me cutting, blood pouring out of my arm, being filled with calm, Tom finding out, Dougie finding out, anyone else finding out. All that and so on, going on forever and ever with no sign of it stopping, my head was throbbing, like blood, pumping through my veins, out of my veins, over my skin. No! I slipped, never again, never ever again!
"Danny, are you alright?" Dougie made me jump feet, since when did he turn up at my house? "yeah, yeah, I'm alright, why wouldn't I be?" I lied, trying to sit up straight on my bed and look normal. I may have said to Dougie earlier that I would talk to him about the things bothering me, but I didn't want to start him thinking about mine and Tom's issues with repeatedly hurting ourselves. The poor little guy could just about sleep the night through, I couldn't purposely give him nightmares again.
"you looked a bit stressed then. Whats up?" Dougie came over and sat down on my bed with me, carefully avoiding Tom's toys. "nothing really, just trying to think of a way to stop these rumours, so we can have a break, and to make it easier for Tom when he gets out... where's Harry? I thought you two had been surgically joined at the hip." I joked, nudging him in his side, making him giggle a little. "no, we still have our own free will, though, I'll let you know if we decide to glue ourselves together." Dougie smiled for the first time in weeks, "but Haz is talking to Tommy on the phone, he's had an idea of his own and he's talking it through with him right now." He explained, pushing his fringe out of his face.
"what idea has he got?" an idea was good, any type of idea was always good and very much welcomed. "dunno, he didn't tell me, just phoned Tommy up and told me to keep you company for a while." Dougie shrugged. "ah, alright. So...you doing alright?" I didn't really know what to talk about. If I knew what Harry's idea was, we could have talked about it, but seeing as we didn't, I didn't really know what else to talk about. My head was still churning with thoughts of Tom and cutting, I couldn't form proper questions further from that one. "I'm alright, quite tired, in need of a band cuddle, but I'm doing fine other than that, you?" Dougie answered, pulling at the sleeves of his huge jumper. It was one he would usually wear on stage, though it was so big I wondered how he didn't fry in it.
"yeah, I'm about the same. We'll get our band cuddle tomorrow, so thats good." I tried to focus on that, to focus on tomorrow, spending tomorrow with Tom, giving him the cuddles he desperately needed. "yeah, I can't wait for that." Dougie smiled a little again, leaning on my side and letting me rub his side gently. Thats when Harry decided to come in, finishing up his phone call to Tommy. "thanks Tommy, I'll let you know how it goes." Harry hung up and landed on the bed too, hand sliding into Dougie's almost automatically. "how what goes?" I asked him, curious what he had been talking about. "oh, I was thinking, you want to find a way to help Tom and at least slow down the amount of interviews we have to do, right?" Harry asked, I nodded, "well, I was thinking, we could get Tom to explain things himself. If we tried to get a video of him explaining whats happening to him, so everyone can physically see that he's still Tom, maybe they would shut up." Harry explained, now that was an idea.
"thats brilliant! But, Tom doesn't exactly look himself, and isn't himself, is he?" I had to admit that Tom really didn't look well right now, and his head was still so messed up. That wouldn't be a good thing to show to the world at all! "yeah, I know. But, if we bring Mellissa with us, she can sort out his hair and make him look a little less pale, which will help. And I think we all know that Tom can act like he's alright, so, I don't think it'll be too bad. Especially seeing as Tom has put on some weight too, so he doesn't look as skinny." Harry had a bit of a point, Tom had put on a bit more weight since he was last with us on TV, which would help. And Mellissa had helped make him look a little less ill, and he could at least act okay, like he had last year, so I guessed it could work. As long as we got him saying certain things, we would be all good I think.
"so is Tommy agreeing to us trying that then?" Dougie asked, looking up between the two of us. "yeah, he's thinking that its a good idea. But he wants us to talk to Tom about it first obviously, and he wants to prepare the speech, which is fair enough really. So if Tom's for it, and Tommy can come up with a good enough speech, then we should be fine I think." Harry smiled, and I must say, he had a good plan. Now all we had to do was talk to Tom about it, get him to agree, and then we would be sorted!
