Sorry for the very short chapter, I couldn't figure out where to cut it. The next chapter will be much longer, I promise. Thanks to Amy and mel2403 for their amazing reviews.

Chapter 18- Sleep

Danny, curious of how the others were, took the monitor off his finger and very slowly stood up, holding onto the bed for support. His heavily bandaged arms ached but he pressed on. Carefully, he made his way over to Harriet, still wrapped in the foil blankets. Three places on her arms were bandaged up, a small cut on her cheek taped together. Her lips were pale, like the rest of her face and there were bruises forming on her cheeks and under her eyes. Danny heaved a huge upset sigh, gently stroking the back of her hand. It was their fault. If they hadn't of come, everything would have been fine. He gave her a small kiss on the forehead, running his fingers through her long blonde hair. He couldn't bear to see her like this. A slow tear made it's way down his face as he made his way to Harry's bed. Harry's arm was in a sling, and he had bruises everywhere. The burn Donald had made on his hand was covered in a strange dressing and a small part of his arm had a bandage tightly round it. Danny's breath caught in his throat as he forced the tears back inside. Crying was weak he thought and made his way to Tom's bed. A tent-like thing covered his legs and he had a few bruises on his face. He was the only one without any stitches.

'Having a broken leg again makes up for that,' Danny muttered to himself. The other three each had something on their finger, like Danny. He made a note to ask the nurse what it was when she came back. Making his way over to Dougie's bed, Danny's heart pounded hard in his chest. How sick and how hurt would Dougie look? He, like Danny, had his broken nose taped up. His entire right hand was encased by thick bandages. He had a needle in his left hand, connected to a machine that kept beeping steadily. Bruises covered his face, and his lip and eye were both swollen and sore-looking. Danny grimaced, looking down at Dougie. How could he let this happen to them? He should've been a proper best friend and looked after them! A few more tears ran down his bruised cheeks and he sank onto the side of Dougie's bed.

The images of giving him CPR plagued his mind. Danny couldn't hold it anymore. He began to sob, covering his face with his hands. The sobs echoed through the quiet ward as Danny's body shook with the tears.

'Danny mate...' a small voice said and Danny turned. Dougie's eyes were half open and he reached out to touch Danny's arm.

'Doug, go back to sleep okay?' Danny whispered, hastily wiping tears from his cheeks.

'You kay?' Dougie slurred, his eyes closing once again.

Danny gently removed Dougie's hand from his arm and held it. 'I'm fine mate okay? Please sleep.'

Dougie nodded slowly, defeated. Danny gently lay Dougie's hand beside his broken body and carefully stood up from the bed, lurching over to his own. He pulled the sheets up around his chin and shut his eyes. He forced everything from his mind. The thoughts of the ghosts hurting them, watching Donald hurt Dougie and seeing Margaret being tortured and basically killed. His eyes opened with a start. He had forgotten about that. Margaret was gone...and there was nothing they could do to stop it. But consumed by exhaustion, he fell asleep.