FLOYNTERxxx - haha! i love to put in other actors/musicians that i like, and i'm a proud part of the Cumbercollective so i thought why not? xD
386 Dannys POV
I stayed with Tom for hours, praying for him to wake up more, become more aware of the things around him. But I didn't want him to realise where he was at the same time, I knew how much Tom hated hospitals, I didn't want him to freak out because he was in one again. All I wanted was for Tom to wake up more, so he was easier to talk to. I couldn't get answers out of him right now, he was too out of it, too concerned with the bandage on his arm, because it was itchy.
"itchy!" Tom said, scratching his arm, trying to pull the bandage off. "no Tommy, don't pull it off. You mustn't pull the bandage off, it must stay on your arm." I grabbed his hands, trying to be gentle with him. "so itchy though!" Tom pouted, fighting my hands weakly. At least his speech was improving a little, we were getting closer to normal sentences. "I know, but you must keep it on. Its helping you, I promise." I whispered, wanting to cry. This hurt so much to see, Tom was so strange, so different, he couldn't even understand that he had a bandage on his arm. I don't think he even knew he had caused it, I don't think he knew anything about his situation, let alone understood anything to do with it. "so scratchy." Tom whimpered, falling onto my torso, letting me hug him.
Was it bad that I enjoyed this hug? Tom hadn't hugged me willingly on our own in a week, and here he was, nuzzling into my shirt, holding onto it, like he used to. I shouldn't have enjoyed this, but I did. I just missed things like this so much, surely I was allowed a few minutes to enjoy a hug? That wasn't sick and twisted, to take advantage of someone in Toms situation, was it? "I'm sorry Tommy, just leave it alone. It'll be okay soon." I rubbed his arm, avoiding touching his bandage, wanting to pick him up and carry him home, cuddle up with him and try to forget what was happening to him inside his head.
"don't cry Danny, its just for a while, he'll get better." Carrie whispered in my ear, flattening Toms hair, tucking his hair behind his ear lovingly. "he's got to. He has to get better." I whimpered, letting Tom join our hands together. "no crying, not nice." Tom mumbled, nuzzling closer. "alright, no crying Tommy, don't worry." I shook my head, feeling a little better to know his senses were improving a little. "see? Already getting better." Carrie smiled, as footsteps came in. I turned round to find it was Harry and Dougie, the both of them looking worse for wear. Though, I reckoned I looked the same, so I couldn't really judge.
"how is he?" Harry asked, putting Dougie down on his own two feet, but still holding onto him, the little blonde hiding in his chest. "been better, but, getting there." I smiled a little, seeing Dougie relax a little against Harrys taught frame. "good, that's good." Harry relaxed as well, running a hand over Dougies back. "yeah, its good." I sighed, squeezing Tom even closer, just wanting him to be close, and for him to feel safe. I hoped that being in my arms meant he felt safe, that he was okay here, in my arms, where he belonged.
"how you feeling Tommy?" I asked, kissing his hair. "itchy." Tom replied, pouting cutely again. "it'll go away soon baby." I reassured him, stroking his hand with my thumb. "not a baby." Tom pulled away a little, d*mn! Please tell me he wasn't realising who I was and what I was saying and doing with him! I wanted him to know what was going on around him, but I didn't want him to be pushing me away again! "no, you're not a baby. You're my Tommy, little perfect Tommy." I realised that this wasn't going to last forever, and once Tom recovered, he wasn't going to let me hug him or anything, so I had to quickly compliment him and make the most of this.
387 Toms POV
"hello, I'm back again, can I talk to the four of you again?" the doctor from last time turned up out of nowhere, Danny froze against me. "o-okay. Tommy, stay here for a few minutes, okay? The doctor needs to talk to us." Danny explained, I had understood what the tall doctor had said, but nodded anyway when Danny explained, to show him I understood him too. "I-I'm staying here, with you." Dougie continued to stand by my bed, hesitantly sitting on it.
"you're red and blotchy." I commented, realising that Dougies cute face was all puffy and red around his eyes. "is it? Oh, probably hay fever. Or an allergy to something, you know me, always allergic to everything." Dougie giggled nervously, scrubbing at his eyes. He's lying, he's been crying because of you. "don't cry, its not good." I pleaded, I would have hated it if Dougie cried today, Danny already almost had been, Dougie couldn't cry too! "no, its not. Don't worry, I won't cry." Dougie smiled a little, edging closer up the bed. Slowly, he came over to me, getting hold of my hand, pulling gently until I had an arm around him, his head leaning on my shoulder.
"overnight stay?!" Danny made us jump as he suddenly shouted. "shh Danny! It won't be that bad!" Harry whispered something else into Dannys ear, before they started talking to the doctor again with Carrie. Dougie sighed next to me, starting to fiddle with my fingers. I stayed quiet too, feeling like I should, waiting for whatever it was to be explained to us. Eventually, Danny came back over again with Harry and Carrie. Harry picked Dougie up off the bed again, whispering in his ear, the little one froze with a whimper.
"Tommy, I'm sorry, but the doctor has decided that its best for you to stay here tonight. Just so he can make sure you've finished your treatment, and that its safe for you to come home." Danny sat on the bed with me, holding my hand gently in his. "I don't want to stay here." I whispered in protest, this was place was cold, too bright, I didn't even know where I was, but I was too afraid to ask. "I know, but its for the best, just for tonight. We'll be taking you home tomorrow." Danny explained, he looked so sad, as sad as I felt. "can you stay too?" I asked, wanted Danny to stay here so I wasn't alone, so the cold place wasn't so cold. "no, I can't, but Carrie can. Carrie is staying with you, so its not all bad." Danny managed a smile, his hand untangling from mine to wind around my waist.
"yeah, I'm staying tonight. So don't worry." Carrie got on the bed too, being careful of my legs, and any other body part of mine. "alright. Can you stay a little longer?" I didn't want to be left right now, I wanted a while longer with everyone before they leave you again. "of course we can Tommy! We'll stay for a while longer!" Danny grinned, staying on the bed with me for a few more hours.
Over the course of those hours, I felt a little better, things got a little clearer inside my head, and my vision became better too. Before, things had been a little slow in processing, and the outside of my vision was blurry round the edges, now I could see a little better. I also felt like I could speak clearer, get what I wanted to say out, though I was overcome with the need to keep quiet. I felt like I shouldn't be speaking, that I shouldn't be cuddling, shouldn't be doing anything. I didn't know what was wrong with me. It just felt a little like I shouldn't have been there, whatever the place I was in was.
"okay, we have to leave now Tommy, but we'll be back tomorrow, alright? We'll come here and take you home. But for now, do as the doctors tell you and it'll be fine." Danny smiled nervously, kissing me gently, though my lips didn't respond for some reason. "we'll be seeing you tomorrow too. See you then." Harry smiled awkwardly, again, picking Dougie up and carrying him, like you would with a toddler. "bye!" Carrie waved, I waved too, getting hugged from Danny quite tightly before he left with the others. "now, back to the two of us then! What do you want to do?" Carrie rubbed her hands together, I just shrugged, feeling a little empty now.
"you won't be doing anything together for a while, I need to do a few tests myself first." The tall doctor type person came back in again. I let him go through the same tests again, shining the light into my eyes, lifting my itchy arm, making me whine again when it prickled. "good, all very good physically. But can you tell me the date today?" the doctor asked, letting my arm go thankfully. "er...Wednesday?" I guessed, I didn't know, did I? I didn't even know where I was, let alone the date! "okay, and where are you?" oh great, I didn't know that either! Well, it was white, and bright, and cold, there were machines and beeping things everywhere..."I don't know, a hospital?" I guessed again, the man smiled. Inside my gut, I felt it constrict at the thought of a hospital, my heart sped up a bit too, Carries hand came into my own, squeezing it.
"whats your full name and date of birth?" okay, at least that one was easy. "Thomas Michael Fletcher, 17th of July 1985." I knew that one was right at the least. "and who is this and who is she to you?" I looked at Carrie, she looked a little worried. "thats Carrie, my sister." I answered, she relaxed a little. "good, very good. Well, physically, you're okay. And you're brain seems to be working better than earlier. I'll send someone over later to give you a proper evaluation, but other than that, I think you're fine." The doctor smiled and walked out, what did he mean by proper evaluation?