2 Harry's POV

As soon as Tom collapsed, we set to work, phoning an ambulance and following the operators instructions, making sure he could breathe and wasn't in danger of somehow making himself worse. Buzz starting crying harder at the sight, and Danny desperately tried to calm him down again to no avail. The poor kid would not calm down. Even watching the ambulance drive in front of our car, sirens on, wasn't helping, and he loved cars.

Buzz only calmed down once we had all been settled into the hospital and he'd been fed some food, and the only reason why he actually stopped crying was because he cried himself out. He actually cried himself to sleep, or at least cried himself into an exhausted sleep. I was glad he wasn't awake right now; I couldn't imagine how scary it must be for him, to see Tom laying on that hospital bed, a drip in his hand, not moving and pale.

It was terrifying as an adult, seeing Tom look like that. But being a child, and seeing your dad look like that? It must have been the worst sight in the world. Especially if your mum wasn't around to look after you at the same time. We didn't even know where she had gone, all we knew that she was gone.

"So you are sure you have no idea what's just happened recently? Or have any on Tom's activities over the past few days?" The doctor asked us after tests had been run.

"We don't have a clue; we tried contacting him a few times, but never got an answer, that's why we went round." I explained, I was the only one really keeping a level head right now. Danny was desperately clinging to a sleeping Buzz, and an unconscious Tom's hand, chewing through his lip. Dougie was staring at Tom in that way he did when he scared for one of us. Like he wanted to hug the person in trouble so hard and never let go, touch them all over until he was sure that they weren't hurt, not even a bruise.

"He kept on saying she was gone. He kept on saying it." Danny whispered, still staring at Tom, "She left, and he was sorry."

"Yeah, he didn't seem all that... with it. Or like he knew really the answer to anything. He wasn't forming sentences." I continued for him, the doctor looked thoughtful for a few minutes.

"Do you mean his speech was slurred, or like he wasn't finishing them?" he asked.

"He wasn't finishing sentences, he kept on trailing off. He was speaking clearly though." I was sure he'd been speaking clearly.

"Alright, well at the moment, from what you've said and our tests, it seems that your friend is suffering from a simple lack of nutrition. From what we can tell, he hasn't eaten in at least a day, if not two. It's going to cause some confusion, dizziness and passing out." The doctor explained with a kind smile, "As for why, well I'm guessing this is stemming from his wife leaving. Does she leave him often?"

"No, not really. We leave a lot though, for tours and stuff. So that shouldn't have been a problem." I answered; Tom was always fine going out with us. It wasn't anything unusual for us. And whenever she left before, Tom had always been fine.

"Alright, well I think this will have to be explored more when Tom wakes up, as he will have more answers for us. Right now, it's best to let him rest and recover. I'll send a nurse to check his vitals regularly, and I'll be back when he's awake to ask a few questions. Is there anyone who can look after... Buzz, is it?" he asked, nodding to the sleeping baby.

"Us. We can look after him." Danny clutched him tighter to him.

"Okay, do you look after him regularly then?" the doctor looked suspicious.

"Every time he comes with us on tour, and whenever we go over to Tom's, or Tom comes to ours. We're always around him, he knows us well, and knows that we mean safety and love." I promised, Buzz wasn't being taken from us too. We could look after him just fine, we weren't about to let him out of our sight. Look what had happened to Tom when we looked away for a minute.

"Alright, well if you need anything, for any of you, please do not hesitate to ask the nurses, they'll be happy to help." He smiled, turning to leave.

Which left us alone, with an unconscious Tom, not knowing what the hell had happened to him.