LeilaTheGalaxyDefender - that would be a good plan...

442 Harrys POV

Danny had never run so fast in his life than then the morning after he got send home with us, he was literally running as fast as he possibly could. He was desperate to see Tom, we all were, but Danny hadn't spent a day away from Tom in about two weeks, he was so scared for his condition. Like leaving Tom alone for a night would snap him into tiny pieces. "he's going to be fine, he's going to be fine, he'll be fine." Danny chanted to himself, running down the white corridors, trying desperately to find Toms room. "Danny, Toms room is down here." I pulled him down another corridor, finally reaching Toms room.

"Tom? Tom are you in here?" Danny whispered, finding Tom on his bed, or at least a lump of duvet on the bed. It was shivering, crying sounds coming from underneath it. Danny surged forward, clambering onto the bed, pulling the blanket away, revealing Tom sobbing into his knees. "Tommy, whats up? What have they done to you?" Danny looked heartbroken at the tears, wrapping the boy into his arms.

"Tom, what happened?" I asked, kneeling in front of him when he didn't answer. "s-so many needles, s-so many people, so little stone." Tom cried, his head falling onto his knees, looking beyond helpless. "huh? Tom, whats happened? What did they do to you?" Danny whispered, running his hands over Toms arms and sides, like that would tell him what was wrong. "touching, too much touching!" Tom shook his head, yanking on his hair painfully hard again.

"touching? Who touched you baby?" Danny pulled Toms hands away, for the hundredth time, linking their fingers and kissing Toms messy hair. Tom shook his head again, almost physically radiating his distress, he looked so unbelievably scared and stressed out, like he hadn't had a wink of sleep all night and had gone through the most stressful night of his life. "Tom, tell us whats happened. What have they done to you?" I pressed, seeing Dougie move to lean on Toms side, hugging him tight.

"t-they touched me, I-I couldn't move!" Tom sobbed, shaking so much it was scary, scratching at his arms weakly. "oh Tommy, its okay now, they're not going to touch you while we're here." Danny kissed Toms hair again, rubbing his side as the door opened. Both of Toms doctors came in, they were stony faced, like they knew we were ready for a fight. "what did you do to him?!" Danny glared, holding Toms head in his shoulder. "we didn't do anything to Tom. Everything we did was Toms own doing." The medical doctor (I wasn't sure of his name) explained, shrugging cooly. "that isn't true, what did you do to Tom?" I backed Danny up, glaring at these doctors. "nothing, nothing at all. We did another all over check, just to double check Toms as healthy as we're led to believe and, we gave him his normal night time treatment, that was it." The doctor shrugged again, meaning sending Tom to sleep and force feed him through a tube.

"that doesn't explain this!" Danny indicated Toms sobbing form, as he cried uselessly into his shoulder. "I think it does, Toms ill and has a fear of hospitals, this is generally normal behaviour for someone in Toms situation." Doctor Tennant replied, looking so calm, like he was so innocent in this. "no its not! You don't know Tom, this isn't normal what did you do?!" Danny whimpered, he looked so scared. "nothing, we just used certain disciplines when we needed to, that was all." Doctor Tennant shrugged again, maintaining that calm look, putting us all on edge.

443 Dougies POV

I gripped onto Tom harder as the doctors explained that they hadn't done anything to Tom over the night. They blatantly had done something to him, Tom hadn't been this distressed yesterday, he had been able to make full, proper sentences yesterday. Now it seemed like he couldn't, and Tom just looked, so scared. "will you stop lying and go away?! We don't want or need you here, go away!" Danny practically shouted, pulling Tom onto his lap, protecting him in his long arms.

"I need to do a morning check up first if you don't mind." The other doctor stepped forward, we all crowded round Tom more, he wasn't going anywhere near Tom. "no, get out! Toms fine, completely fine, he doesn't need you to look at him!" Carrie warned, getting off the bed, pushing the man out the door. "fine, we'll check him over later." The doctor warned, walking out, leaving us with Tom again.

It took hours to get Tom to stop crying, and when he did, he was so different, almost childlike. But, he was still so distressed, staying as tensed as guitar strings, never managing to look in one place for more than a few seconds. Even when we put on SpongeBob SquarePants on, he couldn't focus on it, still looking around nervously, rocking slightly, like it was soothing to him. "shh baby, its okay, I'm here, you're safe." Danny whispered repeatedly, nuzzling into Toms face, always staying close and whispering, running his fingers over Toms knee, even though it didn't seem to help.

Tom stayed looking distressed and worried all day, especially when the doctors kept on coming in, looking away from them every time they showed their faces. Luckily, they only came in to make sure the machines and that we were still alright. Though, it never stopped us all freezing as they entered the room, and Tom whipping his head round to hide in Dannys chest, sounding like he was going to cry. "Tommy its alright, they're not going to touch you." Danny promised, bringing Tom closer, stroking his hair every single time. It was a mission all day, but at least the hospital staff let us stay until Toms bed time.

"Tommy, I think its time you went to sleep, its getting late." Danny whispered around ten that evening, looking so reluctant. He so badly wanted to stay, it was obvious, he wanted to stay with Tom and make sure he wasn't harmed. Tom whimpered, shaking his head at Dannys words. "we'll stay here until you're asleep, they won't do anything to you while you sleep, I promise." Danny bargained, slowly making Tom lean on his shoulder more, shifting them both until they were in a ball shape, wrapped in each others arms.

I went to lean on Tom too, hugging him, not wanting to leave him either. Harry joined in, leaning on me, holding both me and Tom, Carrie managing to find space too, so we were all curled up together, protecting Tom from everyone so he felt safe. It seemed to work a little, Tom didn't look as distressed, still very scared, but not as scared as he had been all day. Danny continued to whisper quietly into Toms ear, which seemed to make him calm a little more, until Tom actually relaxed. "there we go Tommy, sleep, you'll feel better, I promise you'll feel better." Danny encouraged, pressing their faces together. Tom shook his head again, hugging Dannys arm like a teddy. "you will, go to sleep, we'll make sure no-one gets to you." Danny now lied, he looked pained to do it, but I guess it was a good idea, so Tom would believe he wouldn't be hurt.

And slowly, it worked, Tom slowly dropped off to sleep, using Dannys arm as a cuddly toy, nuzzled closer into his lovers shoulder. "night Tommy, I love you. I'll see you in the morning." Danny whispered, kissing Toms hair. Me and Harry took this as a sign to let Tom go, so Danny could get Tom actually laying down and into bed. Carrie got off too, though she did help Danny lay Tom down, because he was down one arm. "Carrie, pass me Mickey." Danny held out his other hand, getting Mickey off her as she handed it to him. Then slowly, he wriggled his arm out of Toms grip, replacing it with Mickey, Tom didn't even flinch. "sleep tight, I'll be back in the morning, and if you're any worse than today, then I'm taking you home so you're safe."