woooooo part 100! *party* lol xD

197 Dannys POV

I spent the whole car journey cuddled up with Tom, whispering in his hair that he did so well today, and that there wasn't a thing wrong with him. Tom was perfect, there was nothing wrong with him. Yes, his head didn't work like other peoples, and was even worse right now, but that meant nothing. He was a (mostly) functioning human being, there was nothing wrong with him. And no-one had the right to say he wasn't okay, because he was okay, he just needed some proper love and attention.

Finally, we got home, and Tom was shaking so much I didn't trust him to walk, even with his crutches. Also, he was pale, with a slight shade of green coming over him, like he was feeling sick. So, I picked him up and carried him, trying not to reminisce about the olden times when I could do this, just hold Tom and carry him in my arms whenever I wanted. I guessed I just had to make the most of it now, and try not to forget that this was not a completely normal day, Tom was a bit ill, so I had to be careful with him.

"feeling okay Tommy? Wanna go for a lay down?" I asked, knowing Tom wouldn't say anything if I didn't ask. Tom yawned, still holding onto my shirt, his tiny little hand squeezing around it, like I would drop him if he let go. "alright, time to go to sleep, I feel a bit tired too." I sighed, feeling wide awake, just wanting to stay with my boyfriend (I think) and hold him close, reassure him that he was normal, that whatever anyone said, he was still my perfect boyfriend, who I would love forever.

I tucked him up in bed first, then closed the curtains and the door, giving us some privacy and quiet. Then, I cuddled up to Tom under the duvet, holding my baby close. "sleep tight baby, you'll feel better. Its the long days and the concussion." I whispered, running my fingers over Toms face, trying to stop him screwing up his face so much. All I got in reply was Tom turning over and nuzzling back into his pillow, groaning a little. I was so glad we had the next two days off, so Tom could properly rest and try and get over this concussion, at the moment, we were rushed off our feet busy, it wasn't helping his recovery at all. He needed a few days at home to rest, calm down and maybe sleep some more. There were such dark bags under his eyes, cleverly covered with make-up, but to me, they were so visible. I just hoped that we could let Tom have at least a few days off to sleep, and Fletch wouldn't call us in to do something.

198 Toms POV

I still felt so sick, possibly even sicker than I did before, because of that last interview. They knew, everyone knew there was something wrong with me, and were blatantly trying to get me to admit to it. They wanted to know what was wrong with me, wasn't it obvious? All it took was someone looking at me to realise what was wrong, my whole face was wrong, along with my scrawny (beautifully) cut arms, skinny bruised and broken legs, and bruised matchstick torso. Surely people saw that, or were my clothes just very good at hiding this horrendous thing my mind lived in? I just wished people would stop asking me what was wrong with me, it made me feel worse, knowing that it was obvious there was something classed as wrong which everyone could see.

It took me ages to get to sleep, because of my churning stomach along with my pounding head, I wasn't allowed any medication for it, because it could apparently mess with my brain and make it worse, so I had to struggle on without anything. I probably wouldn't have taken anything anyway, I hated any kind of medication, I felt like a crazy person even when I was taking paracetamol, because really, who knew what it was? It could have been something else for all I knew! I had barely managed to wriggle out of not taking the medication the hospital had given me, only because I had been on my own when they had been given to me, so no-one knew about them. If they did, I could have guaranteed that I would have been forced to have them, like some caged up animal.

Finally, I fell into a restless sleep, having yet more nightmares, mostly flashbacks of reading some of our worst reviews, and all the rejections I had ever had. It was like my head decided it was going to remind me constantly of why I had originally run away, why I was still like this now, why I was so unwanted by everyone in this world apart from Danny, who was unaware of my nightmares right next to me. He slept the whole night through, like usual, didn't even twitch once. He didn't even seem affected when I managed to crawl out of bed and go to the bathroom, curling up on the cold tiles, feeling so sick and disgusting I wanted to throw up and cut my arms to shreds at the same time. It was all my fault anyway, if I hadn't gone and decided to trip over my own two feet I wouldn't be in this sick feeling mess, I wouldn't have been sleeping through the night, but I would have been better off than what I was right now.

During the course of the night, I managed to throw up twice, even though there was nothing to actually throw up, I hadn't eaten properly in days. I felt too sick when it actually came to it, at least during the day. At night, I had managed to few times to go downstairs and eat some of the scraps left of whatever everyone had eaten for dinner. I wasn't even allowing myself to eat disgusting food anymore, it was far too good for my sorry a*se, I could only eat the scraps left over, and there wasn't many, everyone in this house mostly ate everything apart from maybe a few crumbs.

"Tommy, baby, why are you in here?" I heard Dannys Bolton accent come through the door, waking me from my half asleep state. "baby, have you been sick?" Danny seemed to work out my problem, putting his arms around my waist in comfort, kissing the side of my head. I nodded slowly and groaned, feeling like death warmed up. "alright, I'll get you back to bed again then, lucky we have a day off isn't it?" Danny sighed, already sounding tired of this concussion, I would have to remember to not go on about it in future. He helped me up and into bed again, where I fell asleep properly at last, managing to get a few hours of dreamless sleep in before I heard the door crash open.