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Chapter 4- Falling
They finally made it to the door of what was supposably the girl's room after walking through the new kitchen. Although all the old cooking appliances were still there, they were refurbished and looked vintage and cool. Harriet knocked on the door as Tom and Danny glanced out the window beside the door. From there, apart from seeing the garden and the road, they could see their car. Harry had Dougie sat in the back seat of the car with the door open. Dougie had his water bottle and Harry was watching on as he took tentative sips, his face turning paler as it hit his stomach. Danny sighed and made a face at Tom, who shrugged and followed Harriet inside. Inside was a small room with three doors coming off the opposite end of it. The room had four chairs and a TV inside it. Perched on two of the chairs were the two girls, watching TV.
'Abigail, Margaret!' Harriet said cheerfully. The two turned around to face the four of them, grinning as they did so.
'Hey guys!' Abigail exclaimed, getting up and floating over. 'Still on the crutches Tom?' she tsked.
'Ha-ha, apparently leaving it for so long out here wasn't good for it,' he smiled, taking a seat on one of the chairs.
'I knew it wouldn't be,' she tutted, sitting beside him. Danny smiled and plonked himself beside the portable heater in the corner.
'Where's Dougie?' Margaret asked quietly, sitting down as well.
'He's outside with Harry,' Tom replied.
'Why?' Margaret asked.
'He's not well.'
'If he's not well he shouldn't be outside! He'll get even more ill!' Margaret exclaimed.
'Margaret, he's not that type of sick. He's puke-his-guts-out-every-ten-minutes kind of sick,' Tom explained.
'Oh,' she replied.
'Would you guys like to get settled in? I'm sorry but we've only got two rooms completely finished, so you'll have to share a bed. Is that okay?' Harriet asked and they nodded. 'Oh and we've got proper plumbing, so that means a flushing inside toilet,' she giggled and the boys gave her thumbs up.
'I'll share with Tom,' Danny smiled, helping his roommate up off the couch, handing him his crutches.
'Okay, I'll give you guys the parent's old room if you'd like? I'll leave the spare room beside the bathroom for Dougie and Harry,' Harriet said, sitting in Tom's vacated chair. 'I'll leave you to it.'
Tom and Danny made their way out the door to the front yard, barely speaking. Dougie was still in the car, Harry sitting in the front seat, talking quietly to him.
'Hey guys, Harriet's given us rooms. Wanna take some of our stuff up there?' Danny asked brightly.
'Sure,' Harry smiled, standing up and giving Dougie a hand to stand up.
'I'm sharing with Tom, and Harry, you're sharing with Dougie,' Danny replied, taking his and Tom's bags out of the boot.
'Cool,' Harry said, taking his and Dougie's and following Danny inside.
Tom limped along slowly beside Dougie, who didn't seem steady on his feet.
'How you feeling mate?' he asked quietly as he hopped over the small step in front of the door.
'I don't know. Harry's been getting me to eat and drink and we managed to get some of the tablets into me, so we'll see. I'm exhausted,' he sighed, holding the door open for Tom.
'I know mate. Do you feel like being sick at all?'
Dougie shook his head.
'Well do you want to have a rest for a bit?' Tom asked.
Dougie nodded in relief. 'Yes please.'
'Alright, well we'll put your stuff in your room and you can have a rest while we do... something.' Dougie nodded again and began to walk up the stairs in front of Tom as he hobbled his way up them. Suddenly his crutch slipped out from under him, as if pulled by something and Tom fell on his face, grabbing hold of the banister to stop himself from sliding down the stairs. Tom cried out in pain, clutching his face in the place he hit it on the stair. Dougie looked round to see what the noise was and ducked down to Tom's level, gently lifting his hands from his face. Tom's lip was swollen and cut, blood running down his chin.
'What happened?' Dougie asked in horror, looking at the stair. It couldn't have done that much damage...it was covered in carpet.
'I slipped,' Tom replied thickly.
'Dougie? Tom? What's taking so long?' Harry's voice called as he came out of Danny and Tom's room.
'What happened?' he exclaimed, running to the pair as soon as he saw them, collecting up Tom's crutches for him and pulling him to his feet.
'I slipped,' Tom repeated.
'Come on, we'll clean you up,' Harry sighed, leading him up the stairs. The hairs on the back of Dougie's neck stood on end as he looked around the staircase and landing and the bottom of the stairs. Upon seeing the thin mist at the bottom, he came to a conclusion.
Tom's fall was no accident.
Someone or something had caused it.