191 Dougies POV
Waiting outside in the waiting room was torture, I just wanted to see Tom, make sure he was okay, I just wanted to know what was going on! I didn't know if he had actually broken something, or if he had a concussion, or anything! I just wanted to know what was going on, how he was, and how the hell we were going to manage if he had broken his leg or had a head injury. We were doing a concert soon, how could we perform if one of us was injured? And how could we disappoint everyone if we had to cancel? Surely Fletch would never forgive us, and would give Tom an even harder time than what he was already getting, I didn't want him to cut again, it wouldn't be good for him to start again, he would trigger Danny...my nightmare would eventually come true. And that thought scared me more than anything else in the world.
"Doug, calm down, stop worrying. Its going to be alright. They're probably just bandaging up Toms leg and checking to see if he has hurt his head. Him and Danny will be out soon, as good as new." Harry tried comforting me, gently trying to keep me sat on his lap, but I wanted to get up and find them. Who knew what the doctors were doing to Tom?! Last time they sedated him and strapped him down to a bed, how could we possibly be calm now when something like that could happen again? "no! I can't stop worrying! What if Toms panicking and freaking out? What then? They'll sedate him again and send him away or something!" I argued, a thousand different situations running through my head, barely any of them good. "no, they won't. Danny is with Tom, keeping him calm. He'll be fine, okay? He'll get this leg sorted, and his head, then we'll all go home and it will be back to normal, alright?" Harry sighed, he knew how worked up I could get over someone I loved, and trust me, the amount of times we had ended up in A&E because Harry had yet again run into something and hurt himself again, he knew exactly how to calm me down.
"I hope so, I hate this! I just want to know whats happening, its not fair that we can't know whats happening yet!" I was so used to being with the person being treated, seeing what was going on, that this was killing me to not know what was happening yet.
An hour later, we were still waiting, and I was getting agitated again, needing to see what was going on with Tom right now. It was starting to really scare me that we hadn't seen him or Danny yet, or gotten a text or anything about Toms state. But finally, Danny came out, being followed along behind by Tom. He was on crutches, had a large plaster on his head, and looked like he had been crying a large amount.
"whats up? Whats all the diagnoses?! And can we go home now? This place is freaking me out!" I was up and over to them before Harry even got the chance to react. "yeah, we can go home now. And Toms got a broken leg, and a mild concussion, other than that, everything is alright." Danny sighed, he was smiling a relieved smile, like he had been worried for the worst.
192 Harrys POV
Somehow, Danny managed to hold Toms hand as he swung himself forward on his crutches out to the car, making sure he was alright. He opened the car door and helped Tom inside, much to the blondes annoyance. "I'm fine Danny. You don't need to help me, alright?" Tom sighed, he was so used to this by now but he had to be getting annoyed, in his usual Tom way. "but the doctors said you need to be careful! You've got a broken leg and a head injury, you need to take it easy, so I'm just trying to help you so you don't cause more damage to yourself." Danny replied, picking at his fingers. "I'll be fine, alright? Its just a broken leg, I'm not made of glass." Tom warned, leaning his head on the head rest and closing his eyes.
He stayed like that for the rest of the journey home, all of us keeping a eye on him, just in case. I knew the symptoms of a concussion, after getting so many myself (I was pretty accident prone, the amount of times I ended up in hospital myself with various injuries was unbelievable) I knew the signs of a killing concussion caused headache. And this was it, sitting still and closing your eyes, avoiding bright lights because they stung so much. I was thankful Dougie knew that as well, so he wasn't worrying as much as he would have been. He was still worried, but had a sense of understanding about him, because he sort of knew what to expect. So really, it was only Danny was who was silently going out of his mind, watching Tom like a hawk, squeezing his hand, chewing at his lip until he drew blood.
Finally, we got home, all of us shadowing Tom, just in case he lost consciousness, or felt dizzy, or anything that could make him fall over. He made it to the sofa safely and actually laid down on it, groaning and putting a hand over his eyes. Danny grabbed a blanket and laid it over Tom, crouching down and stroking his hair. "does your head hurt honey?" he asked, getting a small nod. "aw, okay. Stay here and rest, it'll go soon." Danny reassured him, still playing with Toms hair, his fingers starting to massage his head.
The couple carried on like that for the rest of the day, until Tom fell asleep, still curled up on the sofa, having not moved since he laid down. "I've got to wake him up in a few hours." Danny sighed, running his hand over Toms face, relaxing his muscles a little. "why?" Dougie sat down next to him, though never taking his eyes off Tom, like if he did, he would die or something. "the doctors told me to, I have to wake him up every few hours, ask him something simple and see how he reacts. Cause he might have a bit of brain damage." Danny explained, looking really quite scared at the thought.