3 Dougie's POV

Tom laid there, absolutely still, for so long. I only knew that he was alive because I could see him breathing. It was the only part of him moving, the rest of him was so still. It was so scary to see, I had no idea how he could lay so still and not react to anything.

"What the hell happened to him?" I whispered, scared to even consider what had happened. He hadn't eaten in days, hadn't slept, and she had left. Was it connected? But surely Tom could deal with her being gone for a few days.

Though, none of us could get hold of her, when we rung her phone, the call went straight to voice mail. Was something more going on? Had she actually gone? But why would she go? Why would she go like that? That didn't make sense...

"Did she leave for good? But why would she do that?" I didn't understand why she'd do that, they seemed so happy together. They'd seemed so happy, what could have gone so wrong, if anything had gone wrong? It was strange, it didn't seem right, they'd been happy. Just last week they'd been so happy together. I was sure of it, I'd seen them laughing and joking together, just like always.

Tom had looked a bit thin then though, and a bit too pale. Could that have been an indicator for something being wrong? But damn it what the hell had been wrong?! What the hell had happened here?!

"She... I don't know. It doesn't make sense. None of it does." Harry squeezed my hand, before passing everyone a sandwich each, "Eat, at least some of us need some energy."

"Unlike Tom." Danny sighed, feeding a bit to Buzz, who didn't have a clue about what was going on, but was luckily distracted easily by books and toys. I hoped he wouldn't grow up to remember this, he was too young. He was so young, and to be disturbed by seeing his dad in hospital like this. Nobody should go through that, let alone a baby.

"We'll get to the bottom of it, once he wakes up." Harry reassured us, "I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of this, there always is."

"You don't believe that." I could read him like a book, Harry didn't believe that whatsoever. He had no idea what was going on, none of us did. But he was trying to keep us all calm, and to stop us worrying that something horrendous had happened.

"I... I don't know what to think, alright? This is weird. It's out of character and doesn't make sense with what little information we have. So I'm choosing to believe that there's a reasonable explanation to this, until I hear differently." Harry explained, chewing his lip.

"And who to we ask to get the full story? She isn't exactly picking up right now, and Buzz is no help." Danny pulled Buzz closer, he was right. She wasn't answering her phone, and Buzz was only just a year old, he could only three words - 'dada' 'mama' and 'pepper' - and only pepper because of Peppa Pig. He couldn't explain what happened, even if he had the words, I doubted he'd have understood what had happened over the past few days. So who else exactly could explain what happened?

"We ask Tom, when he wakes up. He's the one who's ill, he'll know what happened." the words 'if he's more with it' were unspoken, but very clear. We had no promise that Tom was going to be better when he woke up, able to form sentences or answer our questions. All we knew was that he'd be physically a bit stronger, not as dizzy or tired.

Just as Harry said it, Tom made a groaning sound, his head twitching.

"Tom?" Danny whispered, leaning towards the bed.

Tom groaned again, his head turning to the side as his eyes fluttered, starting to open.

"Hey, there you are, how are you feeling?" Danny smiled at him.

It took a few seconds, but Tom seemed to figure out where he was, before his eyes widened as he figured where he was.

"I, I... she was... I didn't do anything! I swear I didn't do anything!" Tom insisted straight away... what?