LeilaTheGalaxyDefender - very poor Tom indeed :/

226 Dannys POV

I managed to keep it together until we got back to my house, the doctors had told me it would take several hours for this drug they had given Tom to wear off. It was horrible to see the effects of this drug on Tom right now, he was slumped against the car door, his eyes half closed. He could just about still move, but I had to support him, it was awful. "don't worry, I'll help you inside baby, don't worry." I whispered gently, originally helping Tom out of the car, then realising his shaky legs weren't going to carry him. I didn't want to risk him falling over again, his leg was already weak enough after only just coming out the cast, I couldn't risk another breakage. So instead, I scooped him into my arms and carried him inside, trying not to worry about how easy it was to carry Tom about, because of his lack of weight.

Gently, I rested Tom on my bed, tucking him into the covers, putting on some cartoons for him, trying to make him feel safe. "its going to be okay, you're home now, like I promised." I knelt next to the boy, running my fingers over his side. "you...said...we...were...going...home." Tom pushed out, breathing heavily. It was what he said at the hospital, before the doctors had put him in this state, because he had been hysterical.

Flashback - 1 hour ago

"right, so what are we doing here today?" a smiling nurse came over, checking charts and files. "we're here so you can take off Toms cast, and sort out his stitches." I answered, holding Toms whimpering body close to mine, trying to stop him shaking. I knew how hospitals scared him, they always had, especially after his dads breakdown right before he left. I could only hope that the doctors would treat him fairly, and not over react to anything. "alright then, come with me, I'll show you to Doctor Young." The nurse led us down a mass of hallways until we reached this doctors room. "hello, you must be Thomas Fletcher and you are?" Doctor Young stood up, he was a tall man, with jet black hair, he reminded me a bit of a villain in a sci fi show Tom would like. "Danny Jones, Toms friend." I smiled a little, offering a hand to shake, careful to keep Tom held upright at the same time.

"nice to meet you Danny, well, shall we get started then? We'll start with removing the cast I think." The doctor gestured towards a bed, I set Tom down on it, immediately feeling him pull me closer in fear. "its alright, I'm here, I won't let you go. It won't take long, we'll get all this fixed and then we'll leave." I promised, rubbing his arm gently, keeping the whimpering boy in my arms. "scared of hospitals?" Doctor Young smiled, I nodded, he chuckled a little, probably used to it by now. "well in that case, we'll make this quick then, won't we? It'll take a while to get off this cast, but I'll work as quick as I can for you." The doctor smiled, starting to cut off the cast with saw. The whole time, I held onto Toms shivering body, quite thankful that he wanted to be held, I wouldn't have been able to cope if he wouldn't have wanted to be touched. "you're doing well baby, I'm proud of you." I whispered gently in Toms ear, kissing his hair, letting him hide his face in my stomach. It hurt for him to push as hard as he was into me, but I wasn't about to push him away, I was keeping Tom in my arms until this was over.

Soon, the cast was off, and Doctor Young (whose first name was Jonathon) checked the bone, making sure everything was okay. "well you're leg has healed perfectly by the looks of things, which is good. So, how about we look at your stitches then?" Jonathon smiled, gently trying to pull Toms face towards him, he was having none of it. "Tommy, you have to let Jonathon look at your face, its not going to hurt, he just wants to look for a minute." I encouraged, still Tom didn't move. "come on Tommy, its gunna be fine. Jonathon just wants take away the stitches, then we can go home, we'll go home straight away. You've been so good, just a few more minutes of bravery, thats all I'm asking." I coaxed Tom into looking around to Jonathon, holding him still against my torso, so he couldn't get away easily.

Jonathon looked at the stitches and decided it was healing up nicely and Tom didn't need them anymore, so he started to cut them away using a pair of scissors. Everything was going nicely, until Jonathon started looking at Tom in general while still cutting away stitches. "has anything happened recently to you? That caused you to become so pale, and skinny?" he asked, we both tensed. "Tom doesn't tan easily, and we're in England, there's no sunlight, so he's pale." I defended quickly, pulling Toms body closer to my own, stopping him from writhing away from me. "so why is he so underweight then?" Jonathon carried on, indicating how badly Toms sleeves were hanging off his tiny little arms. "he just is, okay? Really fast metabolism or whatever its called." I covered Toms arm with my own, hiding it from sight, feeling him tense. "I want to give Tom a full examination, I'm concerned over how small he is, no-one is this small, really fast metabolism or not!" Jonathon finished with the stitches, indicating the scales on the other side of the room.

"no!" Tom started writhing, pushing at me. "we're not even going there, okay? We're fine. Toms fine. We're going." I pulled Tom up, and he seemingly hadn't heard me, starting to full on panic. "get off me! Leave me alone! You said we were going home!" Tom cried, kicking out as Jonathon came towards him, practically screaming. "we are going home Tommy, I promise, we're going home!" I pulled Tom towards the door, but he never heard me. Tom carried on writhing and fighting to get out of my arms, and away from Jonathon, crying out whenever the doctor touched him or came too close for comfort. "Thomas, if you do not calm down, I will have to take drastic measures to calm you down." Jonathon warned, which only made things worse. "no! You said we were going home! Let me go home! I don't want to stay, I can't stay!" Tom cried out hysterically, kicking out again. "you're not staying Tommy, we're going home, calm down and we can go home." Now I was practically shouting, trying to get Toms attention, and keep hold of him, which was impossible. Tom managed to break free of my grip and started to run, me and Doctor Young running off after him, he was surprisingly fast for someone who ate barely anything and had just got out of a cast.

I reached Tom first, backing him into a corner, trying to calm him. "y-you said we were going home! D-don't l-let them t-touch me!" Tom whimpered, shaking in fear of the doctor and 3 nurses running up behind us. "I won't, they won't touch you baby, I'm taking you home, don't worry, I'm taking you home." I whispered gently, slowly putting my arms around Toms shaking body, guarding him from the danger. I was starting to see why he had such a strong hate for hospitals now. "we can't let you go without giving Tom a proper examination. I'm sorry, but he is too sickly looking to not check." Jonathon stepped closer, and out of nowhere the nurses grabbed at us both, pulling us apart. Tom screamed loudly and struggled in their arms, until they injected something into his arm. "you said we were going home, you said we were going home." Tom whimpered until the drug took full effect, leaving him a weak mess on the floor. "I'll take you home, I promise, I'll take you home as soon as their finished, I'm so sorry." I grabbed his hand, as a gurney was brought in and the doctors put my poor boy on it, wheeling him off to exam him, and my god, the things they found were horrible.

Flashback end

Without realising it, I had found my way into the bathroom, and was a razor was already pushing into my arm, creating the first new line in over 2 weeks. I felt the guilt flow out of me, leaving me feeling better, it was my fault that Tom ended up in that state, it was completely my fault, and I couldn't change it even if I tried. "I'm so sorry Tommy." I cried, cutting a 2nd line into my arm, just to really punish myself. "don't...do...it...please... I'm...sorry." Tom whimpered.