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46 Toms POV
I groaned loudly in pain when I felt myself start to wake up, I didn't want to wake up, I wanted to sleep for years. Could I just sleep my life away and not have to go through with everything anymore? And since when did I fall asleep anyway? I had been staring at the ceiling until 3am, before a doctor came in and...oh, he must have drugged me. That made me already hate him, I didn't want to be drugged so I was vulnerable to the outside world!
"aw, are you waking up now?" a Bolton accented voice asked, making me groan again. F*ck, everyone had turned up again! I ignored the question and turned over, pulling the covers over my head, wondering if I could bore them into leaving. "okay, go back to sleep Tom, we'll still be here when you wake up!" Dannys familiar voice giggled, his hand resting on my side gently. I whimpered to myself and shuffled out of the way, curling into a ball next to the wall, trying to keep away from him. Danny couldn't touch me, I wasn't worthy of him touching me, he was faking affection anyway, I had to remember that. He was faking affection, they all were, just to try and keep me happy.
"wait a couple of minutes, so he falls asleep again, then we'll gentle pull him over a little, okay?" Harry whispered, probably trying to make sure I couldn't hear, but I still managed it. I froze as the words registered in my head, they were going to touch me, and try to move me away from the wall! I didn't want to move from the wall! I didn't want to be touched, to be looked after, worried about! All this attention was killing me, I hated having this much attention on me at one time, and it seemed like it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Was it too much to ask to be left alone, like I wanted to be? And not moved from my comfy(ish) spot on the bed?
I made myself as heavy as possible when I heard 3 people standing up, their hands on my blanket and my body. Danny counted to three and they all carefully pulled my body closer to the middle of the bed, making me bite back a scream, I didn't want to be touched! Being touched was a horrible sensation to me, I hadn't been touched in months, and I had realised I hated it. I hated being touched, cared for and being treated like a child who couldn't look after himself. I could look after myself! It had been a year since I had run away, and I still managed to survive out there! Why did everyone feel the need to look after me?!
My eyes squeezed shut when tears started to well up in my eyes, not wanting to cry while people were in the room, especially when those people were my supposed best friends and boyfriend. They would only read it that I was helpless and needed to be nurtured and treated like a baby, not a fully grown 26 year old man. They shouldn't have even been here, they could have been on holiday right now, or at home, cuddling up on a sofa, or having band practise. Why was it always me who stopped them from these things? A part of me just wanted them to go away and enjoy themselves, while the rest of me wanting wanted them to stay and actually be my best friends, make me forget they were faking. I was torn in two, and just wanted to be away from here, so I wasn't feeling like this anymore.
47 Harrys POV
The little lump underneath the duvet that was Tom started shaking a few minutes after we moved him, little cut off whimpers were falling from his lips, telling us he wasn't actually sleeping. "hey, Tom, whats the matter? Are you cold?" Danny asked first, putting a hand on his arm comfortingly, making the shakes worse. "er, Dan, come here a minute." I had a feeling that being this close was causing this, and wanted to pull Danny back before he freaked Tom out. "in a sec, Tom, whats wrong? Why are you shaking?" Danny basically ignored me, paling in worry for his ill lover.
Not too gently, I pulled him away, getting a glare in return. "what the f*ck? Can't you see I'm trying to help him!" he growled, I didn't take it personally. "yeah, but you might be making him worse. Think about it Danny, its been a year since you've last been in contact with each other, a year since he's had any proper human contact. Think about it, he might need some time to get used to people again, get used to us again. Just give him a few days, okay? Then touch him, get close again, not just now while he's tired, food deprived and not used to his surroundings." I explained, almost seeing his heart sink and break inside his chest.
"but he needs to know he's loved." Danny whimpered quietly, defeated. "I know he does, and he will know he's loved, just let him get used to everything first. It has been a year, its a long time to be away from everything." I sighed, giving Danny a hug before he got even more upset. He hugged back tightly, gripping onto my shirt to keep me in place. "hey, we haven't shown him Mickey yet, have we?" Dougie asked, now there was a point. "Danny, go give him Mickey, he'll want him tonight. And tell him about what we've brought for him." I agreed, letting Danny do most of the talking to Tom, knowing how much pain he had been put through because he missed him so much.
Danny carefully bent down to Toms level again, reaching out to him, then thinking the better of it. "hey, Tom, you know we took Mickey from you yesterday to get his ear fixed? Well, Carrie fixed him last night, and I've got him with me here, I thought you would like to have him back." Danny whispered gently, in the quietest voice I had ever heard him use in the past 7 years. He was trying so hard to be kind, and not touch Tom, I only hoped Tom would accept him again.