As promised, here is a longer chapter, I'm very sorry about the delay...let's just say my mind hasn't been on fanfiction much lately. Thanks to Amy, mel2403, Becky and Mystery00Meat for their incredible reviews, you're the only reason I keep posting x

Chapter 19- Needles

Tom woke up, looking around the ward. Harry was awake and sitting up beside him, clumsily feeding himself what looked to be porridge with one hand.

'Hey,' he said quietly, putting another spoonful in his mouth.

'Hi,' Tom replied, trying to pull himself up. His body ached like mad, but he made it, leaning back against the pillows, his head pounding.

'How you feeling?' Harry asked.

'Yeah, been better. You?' '

Eh, I'll be fine.'

Tom nodded and looked around. Dougie, Danny and Harriet were still asleep. 'They haven't even come close to waking up,' Harry shrugged.

'How's Dougie?' Tom asked quickly.

'The nurses said he's not too bad. Broken nose, broken fingers, concussion and he's a bit ill from being unconscious for so long.' Tom made a hissing noise through his teeth. 'Yeah I know...' Harry trailed off, putting a bit more food in his mouth. 'But he should be fine.'

'Did they say when they should wake up?' Tom asked quietly, the dull throbbing in his leg getting more and more painful.

'Soon,' Harry replied, suddenly pushing his bowl away.

'You alright?' Tom asked quickly, suddenly worried.

'Yeah...I'm fine...' Harry trailed off, his face suddenly pale.

'Harry..? What's wrong?' Tom asked anxiously, trying to sit himself up more, but his leg prevented him from barely raising two inches.

'Call a nurse,' Harry choked, sitting up straighter, putting both hands over his mouth. Tom reached and pressed the button, nervously watching as Harry dry retched. Two nurses rushed in.

'Who called?' a shorter one asked. Tom pointed to Harry.

'What's the problem Harry?' the taller one asked, putting a hand on his arm and leaning over him.

'I feel sick,' Harry said weakly, as the other nurse went to the corner of the room, coming back with some kind of container, handing it to Harry. 'For if you feel too sick.' Harry nodded gratefully leaning his head back and closing his eyes tightly.

'Call us if you need us okay. Have the others woken up at all yet?' the taller one asked and Tom shook his head.

'Alright. When they do, please call us. There's some tests that need to be done,' she said shortly, leaving the room as quickly as she had entered.

'Alright Harry?' Tom asked uneasily, watching him closely. Harry shook his head, his whole body shaking as he threw up. Tom grimaced, looking down at his bed.

'Urghhhhh,' Harry moaned loudly, laying back on his pillow.

'You right?' Tom asked and Harry shrugged.

'I think I've caught Dougie's disease,' Harry groaned, closing his eyes. Tom, unable to think of anything to say just nodded. They'd had enough trouble, without Dougie's illness coming back to haunt them.

'You alright Harry?' a faint voice from the other side of the room asked. Tom looked up. Harriet was awake, her eyes peering out from behind the silver blankets.

'I'm okay. Just got Dougie's thing I think. How are you feeling?' Harry asked weakly.

'Sore,' Harriet replied, wincing as she sat up.

'The nurses said to call them when you woke up,' Tom said and Harriet nodded, reaching for the button. One came in, drawing the curtains around Harriet's bed. And like a chain reaction, Dougie and Danny awoke, minutes within each other.

'Dougie! Danny!' Tom exclaimed, grinning. Danny smiled back, lifting an arm in a sleepy greeting. Dougie on the other hand, didn't acknowledge Tom had said anything. He made sharp grunting noise, squeezing his eyes shut again. Danny, who realised something wasn't right, sleepily and gingerly made his way out of bed and over to Dougie's, pressing the nurse button and sitting beside him, one hand on Dougie's arm for comfort. The nurse who had been with Harriet pushed back the curtains and came over to see to Dougie, talking quietly with Danny. Tom closed his eyes, exhaustion consuming him once again.

The taller nurse came back into the room, carrying something in her hand. She placed it beside Harry's bed, and gently helped him to sit up. Harry took a quick glance at what she had put beside him. Another needle.

'What's that for?' he asked quickly, recoiling slightly.

'It'll help you stop vomiting Harry. If we start administering it now, you will hopefully not feel as horrible.' The nurse smiled, turning her back to him, beginning to prepare the needle. Harry grimaced, looking over at Harriet. She gave him a sympathetic look, shrugging her shoulders.

'Alright, ready Harry?' the nurse asked, turning around to face Harry. Harry hesitated, then nodded, closing his eyes tight. Pushing back the sleeve of his gown, the nurse used an alcohol wipe to clean the top of his arm.

Harry shuddered as he felt the cold wipe move over his arm, the feeling making his stomach churn. He hated injections. He hated them.

'Okay Harry, this shouldn't hurt too much,' the nurse said. As she went to inject the needle, Harry felt a hand enclose his, warm and comforting. He opened his eyes, to see Danny leaning on his bed, a compassionate look on his face, giving Harry a very small, but comforting smile. Harry, immediately feeling relaxed, returned Danny's smile, shutting his eyes once again as the needle went in, feeling the sting of the medicine as it travelled down his arm.

'All done,' the nurse said brightly, sticking a small plaster over the slightly-bleeding pin-prick on Harry's arm. Harry gave the nurse half a smile and squeezed Danny's hand in thanks.

'How's Dougie?' he whispered as the nurse moved away to join the other nurse at Dougie's bedside.

'He'll just need a bit more sleep, that's all. The medication's making him a bit err...off. He'll be right as rain. Like all of us.' Danny looked over at Dougie. He could see his small face underneath the nurse's arm. He was pale and quite sick-looking. His eyes were half open, and upon seeing Danny watching him, he raised his less-injured hand in a small wave, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile. Danny smiled back, nudging Harry, who moved to look too. A smile, or more, a tiny, cheeky smirk came across Dougie's face as he raised his middle finger at Harry who began to giggle.

'That's our Doug,' he murmured to Danny, giggling slightly. Dougie smiled again, closing his eyes. Danny smiled too, his eyes seeming to glisten.

'You alright?' Harry asked and Danny nodded. 'You should get some more rest. I think it's still early in the morning.'

'You should too Danny,' Harry replied shortly, looking over at Tom, already asleep in his bed, arms crossed over his chest.

'I will. There's just someone I need to talk to first.' Danny smiled, looking over at Harriet. She was the closest to the window, staring out into the blackness of the early morning. Harry nodded, laying himself carefully back down and shutting his eyes. Danny pulled the blanket up to Harry's chin and began to make his way over to Harriet's bed, laughing as he heard Harry muttering to himself and kicking the blankets back down. Danny looked down at the small figure laying in the bed. She was curled up, almost in the foetal position, her tired eyes staring out the window. Danny gently placed a hand on her shoulder and she flinched, rolling gingerly over to face him.

'Hey Danny,' she whispered, taking his hand in hers.

'Hey, how're you feeling?' Danny asked, gently sitting beside her.

Harriet shrugged. 'I'll be fine. What about you?'

'Ahhh, ya know. I'll get over it,' he said, giving her a small smile. She smiled back, squeezing his hand. A nurse came over, putting a hand on Danny's shoulder.

'I think it's time you all had some more rest,' she murmured.

Danny nodded, 'give me two minutes.'

The nurse nodded and left the ward, the other nurse following close behind.

'I'm sorry about all this happening,' Danny said softly, very gingerly laying beside her on the small single bed.

'It's not your fault Danny,' she whispered, 'it's no one's fault.'

Danny nodded, leaning his head on her shoulder. She stroked his cheek gently, both laying in silence, listening to the beeping of Dougie's machines and Harry shuffling around, wincing in pain, trying to get comfortable without putting weight on his shoulder.

'We have to talk to the police tomorrow,' Danny murmured, taking her hand.

'Really? Why?' she asked in surprise.

'Finding us all unconscious, basically in the middle of nowhere, that's a tad suspicious don't you think?' Danny smiled. Harriet gave a small chuckle, clutching his hand tighter. 'I think we should get some sleep don't you think?' Danny whispered, kissing her cheek. Harriet nodded as Danny carefully stood up, holding onto the edge of the bed for some support. He leant down, placing his lips on her cold ones, kissing her tenderly, brushing her blonde hair back from her face. She gave him a small smile.

'Goodnight love,' Danny whispered, turning back to his own bed and shuffling underneath the blankets. His body ached, but now it seemed, all it wanted was to rest. Closing his eyes, the mix of medicine and exhaustion sent his sore, aching body to sleep.