xxPUDDxx - thank you so much! :D and yes i think Tom definitely needs some medical help at this point!

oh also, i know i promised some SA's to do with the fic, and i currently have 3 written, they will go up eventually, but i'm currently not sure on some things in each other so i'm just perfecting them as much as i can and then i'll post them, promise!

426 Dannys POV

Finally, finally, Tom stopped freaking out, just sat there, crying. He was staring at his bloody arms, sobbing, though not covering his face, like he was scared to touch his own face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Tom whispered through shaky breath over and over, tears dripping off his red face. "its okay Tommy." I sighed, rubbing his back, exhausted, knowing he had to be too. "I'm s-sorry." Toms shoulders shook with sobs, my heart broke at the sound of his cries, and how he was sat.

Tom was sat, crossed legged, his arms raised upwards on his knees, his head bent forward with his sobs. It was like he was about to start cutting, or showing someone his scars in pure shame and guilt. "there's nothing to be sorry for Tom, its okay." I whispered, leaning forward, saying that directly in Toms ear, hoping that he would react better, or believe me, or something. "its n-not. I-Its not okay!" Tom shook his head, tugging at his hair, avoiding his face, or anything with blood on it. "it is though. Its alright, there's nothing you've done wrong." I promised, rubbing his back, not moving backwards away from his ear.

"I-Its been washed off." Tom whimpered, clenching his fists, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. "thats a good thing, to get all of this off, its what you want, right?" I asked, surely Tom wanted all this off, right? It couldn't have been nice to have all this blood covering him, if I was him, I would have wanted to get rid as much of the blood off the second I could. "no. No I don't! No more can be washed off! No more!" Tom shook his head again, crying getting harder.

"what? Tommy, what are you on about?" I whimpered, scared to death of what Tom was saying, what he meant. "no more blood can be washed off! It can't be! It has to stay on, has to!" Tom cried, he half looked like he wanted to scream and wash everything off in a panic, and half like he believed that he had to stay still. "why? Why do you think that?" I asked, getting extremely worried about Toms mental state getting even worse. "it has to stay on... or I'll forget, I can't forget!" Tom started to panic again, scrambling to stand up, we all followed him.

"forget what? What are you going to forget?" I carefully, slowly, wrapping my arms around Toms body, trying to comfort and control him before he got out of hand. "what I did! What I've done, everything!" Tom cried, tugging on his hair again desperately, the pure fear and desperation in his voice and on his paper white face enough to make me almost feel the inner battle going on inside him. "what have you done baby? Are you talking about this?" I didn't want to say it, just reached out for Toms hand, lifting his arm to indicate his bandage. "n-no," Tom shook his head, "this." He grabbed my arm, showing me my own bandage.

427 Toms POV

"what? Tom, what are you saying?" Danny asked, looking confused and worried. "I-Its my fault, I-I can't forget that. I-I can't wash it off without forgetting." I stuttered, hoping that if I admitted to that, I would not be forced into washing off this blood. It had to stay on, I had to remember my mistake, this was all my fault, I had to remember that. I had to show on my own skin and clothes to anyone I walked past, that I made a mistake, and that I was paying for it now, I knew I had done such a bad thing, and I was paying for it, and not just with the scars on my skin.

"oh baby, its not your fault. Its mine, I lost control, its not your fault this happened." Danny lied, running a hand down my face. He is LYING this is totally your fault! If you hadn't been stupid enough to say you hated Danny this wouldn't have happened! Don't you ever believe that this isn't your fault! I wasn't going to, I knew it was my fault, for a fact. I shouldn't have said that I hated Danny, or at least apologised straight away, I shouldn't have ran, running was the easy stupid option. Because you are stupid and can't do anything else. You're worse than a child.

"its completely my fault! Don't say its not, please, I know its my fault! I'm sorry, I know its my fault! I shouldn't have said I hated you, I don't! I love you so much!" I cried, trying to not start sobbing. Like the pathetic little sh*t you are. "its okay baby, I know you love me. It was a tough day and emotions were running high, you said things you didn't mean." Danny whispered gently. "b-but I still said it! And caused all of this!" I yanked on my hair, feeling like I was about to explode. I had so many emotions running through my body, guilt, hurt, exhaustion, pure, untainted pain. I couldn't handle all these at the same time, I needed to get rid of this right now!

"no, you didn't! You didn't cause all of this. You shouldn't be feeling like this, its not your fault." Danny lied again, you did, and thats why they all hate you, you're weak and pathetic, causing all of this to be the little, weak Tommy BABY you've always been. "I-I did, and t-thats why you all hate me." I pushed out of Dannys arms, running away, needing to get out of here so I could punish myself, get rid of all these emotions. I just needed to get rid of it all right now! I couldn't be around people who hated me, pretending that this wasn't all my fault. It was completely my fault!

"Tom no! Don't do this!" Danny shouted, grabbing me before I got anywhere. "let me go! Let me go!" I cried, fighting against his strong hold. "no, I won't, Tommy, we don't hate you. We wouldn't be here with you if we hated you, would we? Think about it." Danny hissed in what sounded like pain, you're hurting his arm, tw*t. "let me go, please let me go." I pleaded, calming down struggling, just in case I was hurting him, and out of exhaustion. "not until you believe me." Danny shook his head, his hand flexing open and closed over and over in obvious pain. "I-I'm sorry! I can't!" I cried, pushing his hand away.

"please Tom, we don't hate you, we love you, so much. This isn't your fault." Harry whispered, standing in front of me, looking quite convincing. He hates you, they all do! "I-I'm sorry, please don't hate me! I'll make it better, please, I'll make it better!" I pleaded, feeling so desperate for some forgiveness all of a sudden, another emotion hitting me, fighting for dominance inside me. "we don't hate you, you don't have to make it better. Calm down, we can talk this out." Danny held onto me even harder, as if you weren't already having problems breathing. "I'm sorry! We can't! But I'll do anything to make it better! I'll do anything!" I cried, screaming as a nurse came in, scaring any feeling of calm out of my system completely. I hated nurses almost as much as I hated doctors, I dreading to think what she was going to do to me now.

"shh, Tommy, shh, its just a nurse." Danny whispered gently as she came closer, holding my writhing body still as he hissed in pain. "go away! Don't touch me! Let me go!" I screamed, my heart literally pounding inside my chest. "hold still Thomas, this won't hurt much. Its just to calm you down." Something pierced my skin, I screamed and cried, feeling the needle break off in my arm. "shh Tommy, shhh. Its okay. Thats it calm down, let the drug take over, don't move your arm." Danny whispered, the last voice I heard as everything went black.