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434 Dannys POV
I gently ran my hand through Toms hair, relaxing him more as he slept, completely worn out, today had really taken its toll on him. I didn't blame him really, I was so tired today, but still so worried. Why were we still here? Why weren't we allowed home yet? Why hadn't we been told anything about Tom and his condition? Why hadn't anyone told us what the doctors were still keeping Tom in for? Surely they weren't just keeping him in just to feed him every night?
A nurse walked in then, breaking me from my thoughts, I looked up at her, watching her check a few machines, writing some things down on Toms clipboard, which was considerably bigger than mine. "when are we going home?" I asked as she moved onto checking me, redoing my bandage. "when you're better." The nurse answered simply, putting some foul smelling solution onto a cotton bud, running it along my stitched wounds, making fire run up and down my arm. "but we are better now, why aren't we going home yet?" I hissed through pain, keeping my other hand tangled in Toms hair like it would help. "you may be mostly better, but Tom isn't, so you're not going home yet." The nurse explained, starting to put another bandage over my arm, covering the evil marks and stitches.
"but I want to go home." I whimpered, I just wanted to get out of here, go away and never return. Tom wasn't being helped in any way here, he was just getting worse, slowly becoming more and more dependent on me, like he was last time we were in hospital. "you may want to, but you're not ready yet." The nurse finished up, walking back out again, leaving us alone. Even with Tom there, I felt so lonely, like I was actually completely on my own. It wasn't even because he was sleeping, I knew he was there physically, but he wasn't Tom, not properly. He was just the shell, a child in some senses. An extremely scared child. The doctors and nurses scared him so much, I wished that they were gentler with him, and didn't try to just rush into tests. I also wished that they would stop feeding him through a tube at night, without even telling him what they were doing. God knows what Tom thought they were doing to him. It killed me over and over to see him looking so scared all the time.
"I'll get you out of here soon, don't worry Tommy. I'll stop them from hurting you." I whispered, moving us to lay down on our beds properly. I put Toms arms around me and wrapped him into my arms, tucking his head under my chin, the position he liked to sleep in the most. In sleep, Tom cuddled closer, nuzzling into me. I smiled, at least he wanted to cuddle again, I had probably missed this the most, hugging. Not doing anything, just hugging each other, that was all, just laying close to each other, in a comfortable silence, actually feeling like we were stuck in a little world of our own. "I love you so much Tommy, I'm going to get you home, so you're safe." I promised, gently kissing Toms head, pulling our blanket around us, hoping that the doctors weren't going to come in and send Tom into a proper sleep, and shove the tube down his throat.
We managed to lay in silence for so long, I almost fell asleep myself, but my phone buzzed. I picked it up to see I had a text from Harry, explaining that the doctor who had been staring at us was a psychologist that wanted to look at Tom. I whimpered, Tom was not seeing a shrink! He wasn't going near a shrink, they would only mess his head up and mess up his already warped image of hospitals even more! This psychologist would freak him out so much, even if he meant to help, he wasn't going near Tom!
435 Toms POV
I woke up in what I guessed was morning, feeling my jaw start to ache. "afternoon Tommy." Danny whispered, I opened my eyes to see him looking straight at me, a soft smile on his face. I whimpered and nuzzled into him, not wanting to face today, just wanting to stay in his arms and forget we were still in hospital, and that there was a tube down my...wait a minute, I could actually close my mouth. "aw, you're tired still aren't you?" Danny laughed, mocking you, "you've still got to get up though Tommy, before everyone turns up. Come on, rise and shine!" Danny encouraged, he sounded nervous. He's scared you're going to start screaming and freaking out, and facing spending another day with you.
I ignored the voice and nuzzled further into Dannys arms, refusing to leave. "baby, you've got to get up, please. The doctors need you to do something, it won't take long, and afterwards we can cuddle up again and not leave the bed again for the rest of the day." Danny made me freeze dead still. I was not doing something with the doctors! They weren't going near me! I shook my head wildly, clinging onto him desperately. I wasn't going with them! "no, no, no!" I whimpered, they'll push you around, treat you like an animal, tell you you're worthless and not worth treating.
"Tommy please, come on, it won't take long. Its just a quick check up, right?" Danny sounded like he was about to start begging. "yes, its just a check up." A random person answered, they were here?! "see? Its just a quick thing, don't worry baby." Danny whispered, his arms never leaving me, but still trying to get me off him, disgusted. "no! Not going!" I whined, I wasn't going anywhere! Especially with doctors! I wasn't leaving this room, I was safe in this room! "Tom, please, just come with us, I'll be here. I won't let them hurt you, I promise." Danny bargained, I whimpered again, shaking my head. "please, it'll mean they'll stop bothering us today." Danny leant our heads together, looking right into my eyes, so much pleading inside that I had to give in.
"fine." I whispered, getting off the bed with Danny, following along behind him as the doctors lead us down a series of corridors. I stayed as close as I could, practically leaning on him, feeling my legs turn to jelly and my lungs start to close off in pure fear. I didn't like the doctors and nurses, they touched me, they looked at me, making tutting noises before writing things down on their charts. They judged me all the time, always disapproving of something about me, your face, body, hair, personality or lack of...the voice answered, listing off everything wrong about me, making me feel even worse. This was exactly what I didn't need right now. "don't worry Tommy, it'll be fine, just a quick check up, alright? Then we'll go back to our room and you can go and draw for a while." Danny smiled a little, stroking my hair gently, making me sit down on a chair type thing.
The doctors did so many tests, checking my arm mostly, and my eyesight, and 10001 other things. It was horrible, feeling them touch me. "right just one more thing to check, could you hop on the scales for a minute?" the doctor went too far, I was not going near a set of scales! They would see I was underweight and make me eat more! I wasn't going to go there! They weren't going to do that! "Tommy, just this, then we're going, alright? We're going after this, please, just get on the scales." Danny pleaded again. "no!" I shook my head, I wasn't getting on the scales! "Tommy please, its the last thing, then they'll leave you alone." Danny begged, catching my cheek in my hand, making me look at him, right in the eye. "no! No, not doing it!" I refused, I was not doing that, just so they could say to me that I was too thin and had to eat. I liked being this thin, people didn't take the mick out of me for being this thin, they left me alone, I just wanted to be left alone.
Footsteps walked into the room, I looked round to see the weird doctor looking at me, already looking disapproving of me. "go away! Why are you here too?!" I cried, I hated being looked at the best of times, let alone now while I was about to scream and run away, or be pushed onto some scales and told I wasn't good enough like usual. "ignore him Tommy." Danny advised, but I couldn't. "no, just go away! You can't be here!" I shouted, hurting my throat so much. "I'm just here to see if you do this, and how you react, ignore me." The man said in a Scottish accent, giving me a small smirk. If you don't, he's going to lock you up like an animal! The voice chanted.
"Tommy, ignore him, or better yet, prove him wrong, show him you can do this. Show him you're not like what he thinks." Danny encouraged, holding my hands in his, making me look at him. "b-but," I started, not wanting to get on those scales, but if I could prove someone wrong...cause more trouble, create more work for him probably too. But he was weird, he kept on staring, I didn't like him, maybe I could just prove him wrong just to annoy him? What, like you do with everyone else? Well, yeah, but this was different. I didn't want this guy to like me, I wanted him to leave me alone.
"come with me?" I whispered, nervously looking at the expectant looking doctors. "of course. I was going to anyway, I'm proud of you, so proud of you." Danny kissed my cheek, leading us towards the scales, holding onto my hand as I stood on the dreaded scales. "5 stone, dangerously underweight, as I expected." The doctor reeled off, writing down on the chart, shaking his head. "oh baby, you really are underweight." Danny sighed, wrapping his long arms around me, I was so small that he could easily wrap his long arms around me and still have most of his arms left hanging. Before he hadn't had that much arm left because you were fat. Now, you're too thin, at least no-ones taking the mick, now they're just too concerned over you. Always causing trouble, aren't you?
"I-I'm sorry... I-I can't, I-I..." I trailed off, not sure what to say. "Tom, I think we need to talk about your eating habits." The Scottish man stepped forward, actually looking sympathetic for once. "no! Go away! Get away from me!" I screamed, panicking. He wasn't coming near me! He was going to send me away and lock me up like an animal! They always looked sympathetic, and then they turned! I wasn't going to talk to him! "shh Tommy, take a deep breath. Look, this isn't exactly a good time to be saying that, can't you leave it for me to talk to him?" Danny sighed, he knew this man? What was going on? Dannys planning on sending you away to a cage. Filthy animal.
"w-whats happening?! Why is he here? Whats going on?!" I cried, writhing in Dannys arms. "oh god...er, Tommy, this man wants to talk to you. And I don't want him to, and I'm sure you don't want it either. But he insists." Danny explained, holding me still in his arms. "no! Go away! I'm not talking to you!" I refused, he wasn't talking to me, no way! "and why not?" the man asked, stepping forward again. "y-you'll hurt me! You'll throw me in a cage! Y-you'll do what they always do!" I cried, turning to hide in Dannys arms now, needing his comfort. "right," the man dragged out the word, "I think its best to give him some time to calm down." The man nodded to the doctor, who produced a few pills from a bottle in his pocket. "no! Go away!" I cried, writhing in Dannys arms again, feeling so confused and scared. I didn't want to take anything! They could do anything to me! What would they do to me when I wasn't awake? "Tommy, let them do this, you need to calm down, you're hyperventilating." Danny whispered, keeping me still as the doctor came up, forcing me to take the pills, shoving them down my throat. And slowly, again, for the thousandth time, the world faded away from me.