xxPUDDxx - hmm, i'll see about that :P
173 Dougies POV
I watched from behind Harrys drum kit as Tom argued point blank that he was fine, when he clearly wasn't, every time he so much as moved his foot, he was flinching, let alone when Danny touched it, even a little bit. "sorry, but I have a feeling you might have just sprained it." Danny sighed a little in relief, he obviously had been thinking it was broken, like the rest of us. "yay great, can we get back to recording now?" Tom tried to jump up, Danny stopped him. "yes we can, but you are staying right there. You're not going anywhere because you'll hurt yourself more. So just stay there okay?" Danny warned, moving so he was sat down too, resting Toms feet on his lap.
"I won't hurt myself more, I'll be fine. Anyway, we need to record now, so I need to be working, not resting!" Tom argued weakly, already looking defeated, like he knew we weren't going to listen to him. "and you will be recording, just sitting down, or letting us record our parts." Harry joined in the argument from behind me, moving to sit on his stool, pulling me along with him. "yeah, exactly, so just rest for today, okay?" Danny agreed, giving Tom that very concerned and loving look that now made Tom cringe. "fine." Tom grumbled, falling back against the sofa, the fight inside him still there, just tamed a little.
We spent another 2 hours recording a few drum and bass bits, and I did a bit of singing too, like Tom had originally wanted. The whole time, Tom did as told, laying on the sofa, resting his now very swollen ankle, it had almost doubled in size. Danny was worrying over him the whole time too, pressing an icepack on the effected pale ankle, and running to get Tom whatever he wanted, which he actually denied he wanted most of the time.
"you sure you don't need anything? I can get you anything you need." Danny worried, changing over the icepack as it melted again. "I'm fine Danny! Will you stop worrying?! I don't need anything!" Tom cried out when the new cold ice hit his leg, I felt so sorry for him being in this much pain. It was all Pauls fault, if he had just let him go out then he wouldn't have hurt himself like this and this wouldn't have happened. Then again, this might actually teach Tom that we actually did care about him and it was okay to ask for help, I hoped it did, because I wanted the old Tom back, who, admitted rarely asked for help, but didn't deny point blank that he didn't need anything when he obviously did.
174 Harrys POV
Eventually, we all gave up recording and went home, deciding to talk to Tom about his songs when we were at his house. It was a good opportunity to talk to him actually, considering he couldn't walk right now, so he would be forced to listen. Though, I was sure he would fight tooth and nail to get out of our talking, but at least this time it would be easier to control him.
"Tom, need me to help you get into the house?" Danny offered, holding out his large hand for the pale blonde. "no, I can manage." Tom shook his head, somehow managing to get out of the car and stand up (semi) straight, then I noticed he was leaning on the car. "you sure?" I asked, nodding towards where his back was resting against the car. "yeah, I'll be alright. I'll hop if I have to." Tom managed a smile, though I could see he was getting annoyed with us now. He had always had a short temper when it came to not being in control and in charge, but I was scared this might push him away even more while he fought for his independence.
"alright, come on, its about time we got you some more pain killers again." Danny sighed, hovering around Tom as he limped painfully across the path, giving up and hopping after 4 steps. "oh my god what have you done now?!" Carrie shouted as she opened the door, running out to help. "hurt my ankle, nothing serious." Tom answered, letting out a whimper of pain again when his foot touched the ground. "how the hell did you do that? Actually tell me in a minute, I'll go get an icepack and pain killers." Carrie ran back inside, Tom rolled his eyes and sat down awkwardly on the floor, in his usual position, though this time his leg was stretched out.
"you can't sit down there! Get onto the sofa!" Danny sighed, looking almost shocked that Tom was still refusing to sit on anything other the floor. Apparently Danny had found him sleeping on the floor almost every night for the past week, not even a pillow under his head or a duvet to keep him warm. "why not? I like the floor." Tom fiddled with his fingers, hissing when he shifted his foot. "cause, your injured, you can't just sit down there, someone could walk into you!" Danny explained, bending down to Toms level, stopping him from biting his nails to non-existence. "and the rule is injured take priority over the healthy, I should know, I walk into stuff often enough!" I added, trying to make someone laugh. "yeah ,exactly. You know if this was Harry who was injured, we would be the same with him. Only he wouldn't fight as much, anything to get out of doing something." Dougie giggled, play hitting my chest.
"oi! You do it too with exercise!" I teased, poking his side playfully. "so? You do it with everything else!" Dougie laughed, squeaking as I poked him, grabbing my hands and wrapping them around himself instead, telling me subconsciously that he was worried and wanted comfort. I kissed his long hair and squeezed him, letting him cuddle into me more so he wasn't faced with the argument about to happen.