~I'm sorry for not updating in a while! I've had writer's block and school has been hetic, and I'm sorry for the language. Nothing too bad.~
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Tom and Harry ushered Danny into Tom's car. The whole ride to the hospital all Danny did was stare down at his bloody hands. The next ten minutes went by in a blur as Tom and Harry got Danny out of the car and into the hospital.
Harry sat down in the waiting room with his arm around Danny as Tom went to the front desk to ask about Dougie. He came back in just a few minutes. He sighed as he took a seat on the other side of Danny. "How is he?" Harry asked.
"He's in surgery now. They said he lost a lot of blood."
Harry tapped Tom on his arm behind Danny. Tom looked up at him and Harry's face said, 'Take a look at Danny.'
Tom looked at their band mate between them. He closed his eyes tight and gulped. Dougie's blood covered Danny's hands and arms, even his clothes. Tom tilited his head towards the restroom. And Harry nodded. He stood up, as did Tom. And together, they helped Danny into the restroom. Danny stood at one of the sinks alone, while Tom and Harry stood by the door.
He scrubbed and scrubbed his hands together, the blodd mixed with the water and ran down the drain. He was breathing hard, trying to stop crying. His knees buckled, and he fell to the floor, a hand gripped the front of the sink. It left a bloody, watery hand print. Tom and Harry walked forward. "Hey, Dan, come on. Let's finish getting - you cleaned up and back out into the waiting room." Tom said, choosing his words carefully.
Tom and Harry helped Danny to his feet and helped scrub off the rest of the blood.
The trio walked back out into the waiting room and waited to hear news on Dougie. They waited for hours until finally a man with navy blue scrubs walked into the waiting room. "Douglas Poynter?"
Danny, Tom, and Harry stood up in a fraction of a second. The man walked over to them. "Hello boys, I'm Dr. Sanders."
Harry shook his hand. "Harry Judd, and this Tom Fletcher and Danny Jones."
"How is he? Is he okay?" Danny immediatly asked.
The man sighed. "He's out of surgery, we mainly just had to stitch him up. The bullet went all the way through his upper arm, but within a couple of weeks he should recover completely."
Relief flooded through the Mcfly boys. Danny got tears in his eyes, but this time they were tears of joy. Choking on his words, Danny asked, "Can we see him?"
"I don't see why not. He should still be asleep from anesthesia, but he might wake up soon. Follow me."
The boys followed Dr. Sanders down hallways, up the elavator and down another hallway. He finally stopped in front of a door. He slowly opened it to reveal Dougie, laying on his back, hands at his sides. He was hooked up to a few machines and an I.V. The top of his hospital gown was unbottoned slightly at the top, wires from a heart monitor disappeared beneath it. He was pale, and didn't look like the sixteen year old boy he was, he looked like he was about twelve.
"Well boys, I have to go check on some of my other patients, I'll come back later." He left.
The Mcfly boys slowly walked in and sat down in some chairs around their friend's bed. They were quiet for a long time.
"Why did he push me out of the way? Why? He's such a stupid, bloody, moron." Danny said, closing his eye, a few stray tears fell down his face. He quikly wiped them away.
"Well he's the stupid bloody moron that saved your life." Harry stated.
"Ya know, this stupid bloody moron can hear you." Dougie mumbled, his eyes still closed.
Danny stood, smiling. "Dougie!"
He slowly opened his eyes. "Hey guys." He smiled weakly.
"You scared the bloody hell out of us!" Tom said.
"Sorry," He looked up at Danny and took in his aapearance. "You okay mate?"
Danny was taken a back. He wasn't expecting this. " Am I okay? Dougie! Look at yourself! You were the one that was kidnapped and. . .and. . .and beaten, drugged, and shot! And here you are asking me if I'm alright." His yelling died down and tears fell from his eyes. He collapsed to the ground beside Dougie's bed. His head rested in his arms. He was sobbing uncontrolablly.
Dougie reached a hand up and rubbed Danny's shaking back. "God, Dougie, we - we almost lost you. I was a mess when you were. . . g - gone. Ask Tom and Harry. I wouldn't be able to take it if. . . ." He didn't finish, not wanting to say those dreadful words. He didn't wanto think what it would be like if he really lost his best friend for good.
Dougie looked up at the blonde singer and drummer. They smiled sadly and nodded their heads.
"He was awful," Harry chuckled sadly, "Man, I've never seen someone so broken."
"Practically had to carry him everywhere," Tom added, "Could barely function by himself."
Dougie looked back down at Danny. "Dan, I'm alright. I promise. Just need a couple of weeks to heal and I'll be as good as new."
"I'm not ever letting you out of my sight again."
Dougie let out a breathy chuckle. "Fine with me. I never want to be alone again."
Danny looked up and smiled, while wiping his tears away. For the next few hours the four boys laughed and just relxed for the first time in a week. Danny stayed with Dougie that night, because he was afraid if he left that Dougie wouldn't be there in the morning. Tom and Harry stayed too.
It was a week later, before Dr. Sanders finally released Dougie from the hospital. Danny had picked Dougie up and threw him over his shoulder. "Danny! I can walk you know!"
"I know mate, but you heard what the Doc said, you still need a lot of rest!"
Dougie crossed his arms and grumbled, while Tom and Harry walked behind them, laughing.
One night the four of them all managed to fit onto Tom's bed and watch Ghostbusters(Tom's choice). They all fell asleep, Danny and Dougie lay side by side, while Tom and Harry stretched out over on the two boys.
Dougie had been home for a week now, and Danny hasn't left his side, literally. He slept in Dougie's bed with him, for two reasons, Danny didn't want to leave Dougie alone and Dougie had nightmares sometimes, when Danny slept with him, his nightmares wouldn't be so bad. Danny sat by him on the couch, when they ate dinner, even stood outside the bathroom when Dougie showered!
Dougie honestly didn't mind at all. He hated to be left alone now, and as long as he was friends with those four loveable idiots, he would never be alone again, because after all Silence is a scary sound.
~AH! It's done! I hope everyone liked it! And don't worry I'll be writing more Mcfly fics. I really need to get a move on my other Mcfly fic, Back to the future band. Yall should check it out if yall haven't already. Thanks for reading! Reviews?~