Tom looked at the plate in front of him the smell of the chow mien invading his nostrils and churning his stomach as he twisted his fork in it his hand shaking... "Disgusting." He mumbled quietly.

"Eat it." Doug stood leaning against the side of the counter top his arms crossed over his chest.

"I am."

"No your fucking with it, put it in your mouth man, thats where it goes."

Tom growled as he brought the fork to his mouth and clasped his lips around it giving Doug a hateful look as he did so.

"Swollow Tom." Doug watched as his jaw shook and jump up from where he was leaning standing behind him and tilting his head back looking his hand under his jaw as the weaker man gaged looking up into his friends eyes his own watering. "Swollow."

"MMMM!" Tom protested as he lips were pressed harder together.

"I'm sorry man, but you have to." Penhall sighed still holding him in his own version of a headlock.

It took a good minute before Tom did as he was told and swollowed down the food in his mouth shakily. "That wasn't so hard now was it?" Doug whispered as he let go of his face.

"Bastard!" Tom spat quickly picking up the plate of food in front of him and chucking it across the room with as much force as he could muster, the plate shattering instanting once it hit the wall spilling glass and noodles everywhere.

"Woah..." Penhalls eyes were wide as silver dollars as he watched the scene before him unfold, "I-I'm sorry man, but what the hell am I supposed to do? You need to eat."

"Don't you ever put your hands on me like that again, do you hear me?"

"Tom."

"Don't." Tom growled pushing past him and into the bedroom slamming the door closed.

"Hi honey I'm-" Judy jumped about four feet in the air as she stepped through the front door of the apartment just in time to hear the bedroom door slammed. Taking a look around she frowned looking over at the man still standing quite stunned on the far side of the room. "What the hell is going on in here?"

"I-I don't..." Doug sighed leaning down to begin picking up the mess. "I don't know."

"Where is he?" she asked stepping further into the room.

Without a word Doug pointed toward the beck bedroom shaking his head.

"Tommy?" Judy knocked softly on the door before attempting to jjingle the locked knob. "Open the door hanson." She drew her bottom lip into her mouth worriedly.

"Go home Hoffs." Tom's voice was quiet and submissive as he answered from where he sat on the floor beside the bed his head resting back against the wall.

"You really think thats going to work, Unlock the door Tom." She waited for a minute without heaing a response and asked again this time her voice raising a little. "Please open the door..."

Rising to his feet Tom began to pace the floor of his bedroom his hands running vigerously through his disheveled hair his eyes closed tightly as his feet grazed back and forth over the light blue carpet.

"Tommy." She giggled the door once more this time a little harder. "Please."

Penhall now stood at the base of the hallway leaning against it as he watched what was going on the anger bubbling up inside him. "He's not going to open it." He took a few large strides closing the distance between him and the door before knocking on it hard making both Judy and Tom Jump.

"You have til I count to 3 or I'm going to kick the damn thing in."

"Doug, violence is not the answer especially not right now."

"I know that Jude, but the longer he's in there by himself the more harm he could be doing to himself."

She nodded softly knowing that he was right.

"One..."

"Don't." Tom whispered sitting back on the floor and curling himself up

"Two..."

"Hanson please open the door." Judy begged, "Look Doug's really sorry for whatever he did to cause this."

"Please." Tom whispered his fingers running over the bandages on his wrists as he studied them. "Just leave me alone."

"Three..."

Tom's body Jumped as the loud break of the wood echoed through his room his eyes shutting tightly as he drew in a breath.

"Hanson?" Judy's eyes scanned the room slowly a few times before finally landing on him. "Hanson." She sighed walking over and leaning down.

"they are gonna scar." He looked up at her, holding his arms out.

"You don't know that." Doug cleared his throat keeping his distance from the man on the floor. "Tom... I've tried really hard here to help you man, but- I can't... I just don't know how much more of this you or I can handle." He admitted defeatedly.

"I didn't mean to yell..."

"Yes you did, but that's alright, you just need to realize that if you don't start eating, and taking care of yourself your going to end up in a hospital..."

"I don't want that." He sighed getting up, "But my stomach... it just, its so nausiated..."

"Just take it nice and slow Tom, how about I make you some soup and we start with that?" Judy offered getting up off the floor as she and Penhall pulled Hanson up as well.

"Yeah, since I don't think the chow mien is any good anymore." Doug smirked.

"sorry man..."

"It's alright... it was kinda stale anyway."