FLOYNTERxxx - erm, if i remember rightly, things look up a little bit for a little while soon :)
382 Dannys POV
"you must be quiet when we go in, Thomas is resting, he may be unconscious, but he still must not be subjected to loud noises, alright?" the nurse warned, reaching the door. "yeah, sure, we'll be dead quiet!" Dougie piped up first, I wished he hadn't used the word dead. It conjured up too many images of graves with Toms name on.
Slowly, the door opened, revealing a crystal white room, filled with only the sound of a heart beat monitor. The bed was in the middle of the room, also crystal white, just like Tom. He looked awful, skin as white as the sheets, his hair falling lifelessly over his face. His body looked so small on the bed, like putting a baby in a king size adult bed, the covers falling over his tiny chest, that was almost heaving for breath. And even though he looked awful, I still thought he looked like the most beautiful man on the planet.
"oh Tommy!" I gasped, completely lost for words, because, how could someone looking so ill be still so beautiful, surrounded by all these ugly machines? Or was I just in shock or something? It wasn't normal for someone to call someone else beautiful in this situation, was it? Carefully, I stepped closer, wanting to look at his face, check for myself that Tom was alright. Slowly, my fingers touched his face, feeling his soft skin under my finger tips, looking so pale next to my freckles. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." I whispered, this was all my fault. If I had just caught Tom before he ran off, or said something different so he didn't react like this, this wouldn't have happened. I thought I was doing something good, trying to get him to realise that I loved him, so he didn't do things like this. Guess it backfired majorly.
"when will he wake up?" Harry asked, somewhere behind me. There was a whimpering too, but it was muffled, I guessed it was Dougie, pressing his face into his husbands chest so he didn't have to look at this. "soon, I think. Its hard to tell. But when he does wake up, I must warn you, Thomas might be a bit...different. losing a lot of blood can sometimes effect the brain for a while, so Thomas might be a bit strange at first. But, he'll be back to normal soon enough." The nurse left the room by the sounds of things after that, sending my mind into overdrive. Tom was already different, how much more different could he get?! Was it bad I hoped he would return to normal, just to have a normal Tom who wasn't so depressed, even for a few minutes, would have been the greatest thing I had ever experienced. I missed him so much, not just having him there, but I missed his laugh, and his smile, the dimple that would poke into his cheek when he smiled. I missed his jokes, and the way he cuddled up to me at night and told me about his dreams and his random thoughts. Generally, I missed him, everything about him, would we have him back, even just for a little while? Or would we get an even more messed up Tom, one who was even worse mentally than the one we had now? I wouldn't be able to cope knowing I had made him even worse, even for a little while. It was bad enough knowing I had made Tom cut this deeply, after so many weeks of hard work to stop him, to know I had messed up his head too...the thought was unbearable.
I must have sat there for hours, on the side of Toms bed, watching his unmoving face, running my fingers over his cheek gently, trying to plead him inside my mind to wake up. The tension was torture, I wanted to know if he was okay! Tom had to be okay, he couldn't be different, he couldn't wake up worse off than before! He had to wake up and be Tom! Normal Tom! The Tom I loved so much, or at the very least, the troubled Tom I had had this past year! He had to be okay, this was Tom, he had to be okay.
383 Toms POV
My head exploded painfully, I groaned in pain. "Tommy? Tommy are you waking up?" a Bolton accented voice sounded, fingers warming up my cheek. "hurts!" I whined, dragging the word out, lifting my hand up to cover my eyes. There was something scratchy on it too, it was all itchy, what the hell? "what hurts baby? Does your arm hurt?" the voice I recognised as Danny asked frantically, the hand on my cheek staying there. "itchy." I replied, the itchy thing on my arm really starting to bug me. It was scratching my arm, and now my head! I whined again, not sure what the hell was going on.
"whats itchy? Whats hurting? I can't help unless you tell me!" Danny sounded worried, it barely even registered, my head was pounding and this scratchy thing was annoying! I just whined again. "alright, stay here baby, I'll get someone to sort out whatevers wrong, don't worry. Just stay here!" Dannys warm hand disappeared, footsteps running off. I whimpered and moved around on the bed, not liking the feeling of the itchy thing, or the thing on top of my body, it felt scratchy too, and really stiff, but it still moved with me. "shhh, don't worry Tom, calm down. You're safe, stop struggling." Someone else whispered, this time it female...Carrie maybe?
Finally opening my eyes I saw it was Carrie, smiling down at me, her hand resting on my stomach, almost like she was holding me down. "itchy!" I whimpered again, until finally someone turned up. They were tall, very tall, and skinny, was that black hair too? "Thomas, look at me, I need to ask you a few questions and do a few tests." He brought my face to look up, shining a light into my eyes, holding my face still so I couldn't look away from the light that made my head explode like an atom bomb. "don't struggle, it won't take a minute." The man took the light away, before pointing it back into my eyes.
"ow!" I cried out, pushing on his arm, trying to look away until he finally took the bright light away. "shhh Tommy, shhh, let him do his tests." Dannys voice sounded again, further down the bed, his hand on my leg. "Thomas, lift your arm for me. I need you to lift your arm for me." The man ordered, holding onto my arm, the itchy one. "itchy! So itchy!" I writhed, needing to stop the itchy feeling, it got worse as the hand held onto my arm. "itchy? Its the bandage Thomas, now can you lift your arm please? I'll let you go if you lift your arm and move your fingers." The man ordered, I lifted it, my fingers fisting as my arm prickled horribly.
"good, good, very good Thomas. Now what day is it?" the man asked, putting my arm back on the bed. "don't call him Thomas, call him Tom, he'll respond better." Danny said, his hand staying on my leg. "okay, Tom, what day is it?" the man asked again. I whined loudly again, wanting to be left alone, not wanting all this stuff around me, I wanted the itching and the hurting inside my head go away. "not making proper words. Tom, can you speak? Say something, anything at all." The man ordered, the sounds of whimpers around the room echoing.
"itchy! So itchy and hurting!" I whimpered, kicking out, trying to get the restricting blanket off so I could move! "can talk, but doesn't answer correctly. Okay, I'll leave you alone. Can you guys come here a minute? I need to talk to the four of you." The man walked off and the rest of the hands on me went away, leaving me alone to move around in the bed, whining and whimpering helplessly.