Rut - I had to, I couldn't resist!

5 Danny's POV

Tom had to be okay, he had to be okay, he was okay, wasn't he? The doctor wasn't going to say that he wasn't okay and had to be kept away from us, was he? He wasn't going to say that Tom was really ill and something very serious had happened. He was just going to say that Tom hadn't eaten well enough for the past few days and that was it, that's right, he was going to say that. And then we'd go home and everything would be fine. We'd go home and everything would be just fine. Absolutely fine. Fine as fine could be. Yes, absolutely, perfectly fine. Obviously.

Slowly, the door opened and Doctor Tennant came out, looking a bit concerned.

"How is he?" I stood, clutching Buzz closer to myself, the baby holding onto my shirt tighter.

"Tom is physically better than first thought. Now that we've restored his nutrient levels, and rehydrated him, he's a lot better. He could answer my questions well enough, and his response times were better than expected." He then paused, "I'm afraid though that Tom may need a psychological consult."

"What? Why? You just said he was fine!" I didn't understand, he just said that he was fine! Why did he need a psychiatrist?!

"Physically, Tom's fine. But I'm afraid he may not be too well mentally. When asked questions about what happened over the past few days, Tom was incredibly evasive, and was very, how shall I put it... judging by his current weight, he hasn't been eating much at all for a while, and has been showing signs of acute stress. I want to investigate the matter further, see if we can get to the cause of this." the doctor explained, his voice delicate.

"He, he's been eating when he's been with us though. And he's seemed fine." Whenever we'd been together, Tom had been fine, he'd always been fine. He'd been laughing and joking with us, eating normally, he'd been fine.

"I'm sure he has been, but that doesn't always mean that there isn't something wrong. A lot of serious illnesses can go unnoticed for a long time, so I think it may be best to look into it, just to see if there's anything that needs treating." Doctor Tennant answered, that sounded like a good explanation...

But was Tom really ill? If he was, how hadn't we noticed? He didn't seem any different from usual... then again, he had been acting weird this morning, and obviously he'd been ignoring our texts and phone calls the past few days. Was he really ill though?

"Okay, but are you sure? It's a little... maybe it's because his wife left him?" Harry suggested, "Though we don't know for how long, or anything. But it could be because of her, maybe."

"Could be too, but I'd like to check, just in case." Doctor Tennant smiled placatingly.

"O-Okay. If you think it's necessary." It would be best to check, just in case something was wrong, but was there really? I didn't think there was...

"I do, and it won't be too bad for him. It's just like what I did, asking questions, running a few tests." Doctor Tennant promised, "We may have to ask you a few questions too, to get a better idea of how Tom usually is, but we'll see."

"We'll do our best." Harry nodded, "Can we see him now though?"

"Of course, go ahead. Just, try not to rush him, or push him too hard, he's a little... fragile at the moment." The doctor stepped out of the way so we could get into Tom's room.

Crowding in, Tom was sitting on the bed, curled in on himself. He looked miserable, but sat up and tried to mask his feelings as we came in.

We tried to talk to him, ask him how he was, but Tom only told us that he was fine. He was clearly lying though, it was clear that he wasn't actually fine. He was anything but fine. It was clear in the way he was holding onto himself, how he wasn't talking as much as he used to, only giving us short answers.

Tom really wasn't okay, no matter what he said. But why? Was he ill? Was it something to do with his wife? Had something happened? I didn't know, and none of us could get it out of him. It didn't make sense though, why the hell was Tom acting like this, and why wasn't he telling us what had happened? He always told us everything, why not this?