Guest - its okay :) and Tom's acting like this because he is blaming himself for whats happened to Danny, so he doesn't want to cause more trouble and make everyone else angry with him!

416 Harrys POV

Carrie went home after the first day, to see if she could find Tom anywhere near the house, or near where he used to hide, leaving me and Dougie with Danny. So far, he hadn't improved much, just about managing to sit up, answering everything with either head nods, or shakes, or just saying Toms name. Thats the only word he said, over and over, 'Tom' like he was asking for him, wanting so badly to see him. I could see it in his eyes, the sadness and need for Tom clear for all to see. "Tom?" Danny said for the hundredth time that day, picking harmlessly at the bandage wrapped tightly around his arm. "he's not here yet Dan, but, Carrie will find him. Or at least someone will. They'll find him, and he'll come here." I sighed, squeezing his hand.

"yeah, they're gunna find him, and you'll have him here soon." Dougie agreed, going back to hiding in my side, almost burrowing himself there, like it was a safe place for him to be. I let him do it, knowing just how much he hated this, it was like last year all over again for him, I doubted Dougie even knew what to do with himself, apart from hideaway in the only safe thing he knew, which was me. "Tom." Danny mumbled, head hitting his bent knees.

"we know, we know." I sighed, rubbing his shoulder gently. I wished Tom would just turn up, if not just to know he was safe, and not out on his own again. And in his current mental state, it was probably the worst thing in the world, to not be able to protect Tom from himself, or the outside world, not even know where he was. In a way, I was glad Danny was in the state he was in, if he wasn't, he would have been going out of his mind. He probably was going out of his mind, but he couldn't voice it. "Danny, do you need a hug?" I asked, he nodded with a loud whimper. I brought him into my arms, rubbing his side gently, not sure what else to say. "Tom!" Danny dragged his name out, whimpering to himself. "they'll find him Dan, don't worry, they'll find him and bring him here. He'll be here soon." I kissed his hair, squeezing his waist, wishing for Tom to walk through the door right now, then get on the bed and tell Danny he loved him again.

My phone vibrated in my pocket loudly, making me jump, Dougie pulled it out of my pocket. "text from Carrie...shes found Tom! He's at home right now!" Dougie squeaked, grinning. "is he? Thank god for that! Hear that Danny, Toms home! He'll be here tomorrow then, I'm sure!" I smiled, relaxing a little, at last, we knew Tom was safe. That was all I wanted to know, that Tom was safe, and he was in the safe hands of his sister. "Tom!" Danny grinned a few seconds later, like it had made the full circle in his head. "did Carrie say anything else?" I asked, feeling Danny nuzzle into my stomach. "yeah, give me a sec...oh, Toms not coming here tomorrow, he's refusing, he's not in a good way at all...Carries going to try again tomorrow, but if that doesn't work, she's going to phone up an ambulance to drag him in." Dougie explained, deflating.

"oh...d*mn it, well, we'll get him here somehow, and thats what matters most, right?" I tried to look on the bright side, Tom would get here somehow, we would get him here...hopefully. Danny whimpered into my stomach, pushing further inside me, almost painfully now. "ow, Danny, lay up a little, please. That hurts." I carefully made him move a little, not wanting to hurt him, or upset him. Danny just tightened the grip he had on my arms, holding me against him. "alright, alright, stay there then. Its okay Dan, it'll get better soon." I sighed, not really knowing what to say. Danny had handled Tom so well when he was in a similar state, but now that Tom wasn't here (and the chances of him willingly coming near us being almost nil) and Danny was in this state, I had barely any idea on what to do. I could usually handle anyone of the three guys when they were upset or crying, but in this state, I had no idea. I just wished that Tom would turn up tomorrow, and make Danny feel better, and that Danny would actually get better himself.

417 Dougies POV

The next day was a very long, very pained wait for Tom, neither of us wanted to leave Danny on his own in hospital, and we didn't know if going home to get Tom would make him worse. It could have made him worse for all we knew, and we most probably would have too. From what Carrie was saying, Tom was an emotional wreck of nerves and guilt, practically tearing his hair out in fear of how angry we were with him for this. Luckily, Danny slept through most of our worry, laying curled up in his duvet, a couple less wires sticking to him than yesterday.

"got a text yet?" I asked quietly, leaning on Harrys shoulder. "no, you would have felt it, or heard it Dougs." Harry sighed, stroking my side, checking his phone for a text anyway. We were just waiting for something to happen, like for Danny to wake up, or for Tom to turn up, or Carrie. It was horrible just waiting here, nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing we could do to help things along in anyway. But all we could do was wait, and waiting was the worst thing in the world.

The silence between us was only broken by the heart beat monitor, and the sound of our breathing, I nuzzled closer to Harry, feeling the need to be closer than a second skin. We sat for hours, until finally Harrys phone buzzed, making us both jump. "Carries phoning an ambulance, she can't get Tom to get in the car, and he's passed out from exhaustion, Carrie doesn't think he's slept for the past few days." Harry explained, sighing and putting his phone back into his pocket. "d*mn, he's really messed up, isn't he?" I whimpered, hiding in Harrys neck more. "yeah, he is. But, we'll help him, I'm sure he'll improve tenfold once Toms gotten changed and gotten all that blood off him, and had a good sleep." Harry reassured, tangling his hands in my hair, gently massaging my head.

"and when he knows that we don't hate him." I finished, Harry nodded in agreement. "we'll manage, somehow." Harry encouraged, holding me until Danny woke up a while later. He groaned and whimpered at the light, shuffling around on his bed, whining as wires tugged on his arm. "morning Danny." I whispered as he opened his eyes, he groaned and chucked the duvet over his head, "should we tell him?" I asked in a quieter voice in Harrys ear. "no, don't think so, we'll get him all excited, to maybe get disappointed." Harry shook his head, pushing some hair off my face, his usual nervous cleaning habit still there.

"alright...Danny, its time to wake up. Its kinda late!" I tried smiling, shaking Dannys shoulder gently. "no!" Danny whined, oh, so he was starting to use more words now. "come on Dan, wake up!" Harry shook his shoulder too, pulling the duvet off his head. "no! Want Tom!" Danny protested. "Tom might turn up today though! So come on, wake up, gotta be awake for him!" Harry carefully worded that sentence, so it didn't sound like Tom was defiantly turning up, but there was possibility he would. "ugh..." Danny moaned, pressing his face into the pillow.

Danny stayed laying down for hours, eventually moving his face from his pillow, dozing off a few times throughout the day, asking for Tom every time he woke up. "not yet Dan, maybe later on." We replied, every single time, waiting for a text, or for Carrie to turn up in our room with some news. It took until 4 in the afternoon for her to turn up. "guys, I've got him here, he's bad, but, at least he's here." She breathed, she looked so tired, like she had been struggling with Tom for a while. "Tom?" Danny sat up, looking excited. "yeah, Toms here. But I don't think its a good idea for you to come with me to see him just yet Danny. He doesn't look very good at all, its probably best for you to stay here until they clean him off." Carrie made us all pale, what the hell did Tom look like? I knew he hadn't changed his clothes yet, or washed his hands clean, he hadn't gotten any worse, had he?