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Chapter 11- Fear

Harry stood numbly behind the others, watching as his best friend got his chest pounded on over and over again by Harriet. A wheezy breath rattled from Dougie's lungs, but he didn't stir. Harriet and Danny stopped, watching as his chest rose and fell unevenly.

'Dougie...' Tom whispered, clutching his hand tightly. The three girls were in tears watching, and Harry wasn't far off them.

'Just as long as he's breathing,' Harriet murmured and sat on the side of the bed, her face in her hands. Danny wrapped her in his arms and took her out of the room, the three girls following, leaving Harry and Tom staring down at Dougie's cold, pale body.

'Tom, what's the matter with him? He's not that sick is he?' A tear silently rolled down Harry's cheek and Tom beckoned him over, hugging him close.

'I don't know Harry. I honestly don't know.'

Harriet had begun to cook dinner, with all the others standing around in her kitchen. Danny was sitting at the table with his head in his hands, breathing deeply, an occasional sob coming from him.

'There has to be something wrong with him... can't we get a doctor out here or something Harriet?' Margaret said fiercely, silver tears running down her cheeks.

'It's the weekend,' Harriet said slowly, 'there're no doctor services out here on a weekend.'

Danny's tears fell faster and faster as the realisation that they'd almost lost him hit him. Harriet's arms encased him, squeezing tightly. 'I'm sorry love, the guys need me,' he whispered, kissing her cheek and gently pushing her away.

She nodded understandingly. 'I'll bring your food up when it's ready.' She kissed Danny's tearstained cheek and moved back over to the stove as Danny weakly climbed the stairs.

Harry and Tom were sitting beside Dougie, their shoulders slumped, faces in their hands.

'How is he?' Danny asked quietly, sitting beside Harry.

'No different.' Tom's voice was barely audible.

Danny nodded silently. 'Is this my fault?' he whispered.

'Of course not Danny,' Tom replied quickly, reaching out to hug him close.

'I told them to do their worst. And they did.'

'So? Dougie's gonna be fine Dan, I promise.' Tom's voice sounded certain. But it tore him apart to lie to Danny. How did he know that Dougie was going to be fine? He didn't. He just hoped.

Harry got up and walked out of the room at that point. Unlike Danny, he had seen straight through that comment. Tramping down the stairs and out into the garden, it was there that he began to cry. The unforgiving tears poured down his cheeks as he sat on the stone fence, staring out over the abundance of tress and green hills and other stone fences.

'Harry?' a tiny voice asked and he hastily tried to remove the wet stains from his cheeks and turn to face the person. Abigail, standing well back from the fence. Harry looked over at her, silently.

'Come over here a minute?' Harry nodded, pushing himself up from the fence. It was like with Dougie so sick, his whole body had gone into lockdown, his joints seizing up and making him unable him to move, in terror of losing his best friend. He sat beside Abigail staring at his shoes, numb.

'Are you okay?' Abigail asked quietly.

Harry shook his head, still staring at his feet.

'Harry, Dougie's going to be okay,' she whispered.

'How do you know that?' Harry croaked, tears beginning to pour down his cheeks once again.

'He's a strong boy Harry, he'll pull through.'

'Pull through what exactly? What's the matter with him?'

'I don't know.' 'You're a nurse.'

'Yeah, but not from this century Harry.'

Harry fell silent and stared out across the fields again.

'I really do miss being a nurse,' Abigail said quietly, following Harry's gaze.

'Why's that?' he asked, desperate to take his mind off Dougie. Abigail shrugged. 'Tell me about when you used to live,' Harry asked quickly.

'What do you mean?' Abigail asked, puzzled.

'Your life Abigail.'

'Why?'

'Because I need to take my mind off my best friend lying upstairs unconscious,' Harry said shortly and Abigail looked taken aback.

She nodded slowly.