27 Harry's POV

"What the hell Harry? Did you seriously just tell Tom that sending him to a therapist meant we would let him keep Buzz?!" Danny hissed the minute Tom had left the room. He'd only gone because Buzz was getting fussy, and needed feeding.

"Yes," it felt wrong to hold it over Tom's head, and I felt so guilty over it, but I had my reasons, "How else do you think we were going to get him to agree to go? He doesn't think that there's anything wrong with this situation!" well he did, but he thought he was the thing that was wrong, not what she did to him. Explaining that would have been impossible, it was easier to use something he thought he understood, something he would agree to. It was backhanded, and rude, and just plain wrong, but what other choice did I have? I had none!

"Fine, but it was wrong." Danny was not happy, not that I could blame him, not really.

"I know, I'm sorry. But, at least we got him to agree to see someone again, and maybe they can help." God I hoped they could, I seriously, seriously wished they could. If they couldn't, I didn't know what we were going to do.

"Yeah, I guess." Danny chewed on his lip, watching me dial the number.

The phone rang three times, before it was picked up. "Hello, Priory Therapy Centre, how can I help?"

"Hello, my name's Harry, I'm a friend of a patient you used to take care of," I cringed, remembering phoning up all those years ago, asking about Dougie, setting up meetings so I could see him, getting as much information as I could so I could help in some way or other, "His name is Tom, Tom Fletcher, he has bipolar disorder, and he was treated by a Natasha Barnes. We need to set up an appointment for him to see her again."

"Okay Sir, is Tom having a relapse of some kind? I need to know so I can explain the nature of the appointment to Natasha." The receptionist asked, one thing I liked about this place, they all went on a first name basis, so you didn't feel so uncomfortable talking to them. In other places, it was too formal, which made it feel so clinical and wrong; at least here they acted like they were your friends, and not like they were trying to get inside your head.

"It's erm, hard to explain. Is it possible to talk to Natasha herself?" I hoped so, and I prayed Natasha would know what to do.

"I can patch you through right now." there was a click, a few seconds silence, then the phone was picked up again.

"Natasha Barnes speaking." Another woman spoke, with a vaguely American accent.

"Hello, my names Harry," I repeated what I'd said previously, saying that we needed to make an appointment, and not because Tom had relapsed.

"What seems to be the problem then?" Natasha asked, my stomach twisted as I tried to figure out the words to describe this.

"Tom is... his wife, she left him about a month ago, a-and he hasn't been right since. Not because she left, well partially because she left, but also because she wasn't very nice to him while she here," that didn't explain anything! Damn it how could I explain this right?!

"She was... she told him things, made him believe things about himself which aren't true. He's erm, he's not himself now, and we don't... we don't know how to fix it, and we were hoping you do." I didn't know how to explain it, it was so simple in my head, but actually saying it out loud was so hard. Especially without being able to physically show this doctor the differences.

Natasha asked a few questions about the differences, and I managed to answer as best I could, explaining the 'taking Buzz away' thing, and his steadfast routines, and his refusal of help.

"Alright, this sounds like a bad case of emotional spousal abuse, and it's not something I specialise in. But I can take a look; see if there's anything I can do to help. I have a free appointment space on Friday, at 11am, is that convenient for you all?" Natasha asked.

"Yes, yes that's perfect. Thank you, we'll be there." Oh thank God, she could help. It wasn't her specialty, but if she could just look at Tom, and maybe point us in the right direction, or at least give some tips on what to do, we could do this. I was sure of it; we could do this with the right help.