FLOYNTERxxx - thank you! and to be perfectly honest, i'm not sure where these ideas come from, i usually get a main plot point and think of ways to get to that point and pick what i think is the best one! xD
444 Dannys POV
It pained me to leave Tom now, after I said I wouldn't leave, and made Tom believe that I wasn't going to leave him on his own here. "I'm sorry, but you need to leave now, you've stayed far longer than visiting hours." A nurse made my heart sink. Why did I have to leave? Why wasn't I allowed to stay? What was so bad about me staying? "why can't I stay tonight? Please, I promised I would stay." I whimpered, giving her the most pleading look I possibly could. "I'm sorry, its doctors orders. You need to go." The nurse shook her head, standing there and watching as Harry, Dougie and Carrie left.
"come on Dan, we better get moving." Harry sighed, holding out the hand that wasn't holding Dougies to me. "give me a sec," I turned from them to Tom. He looked so cute, so unbelievably cute, curled up on his side, cuddling his Mickey Mouse toy close. For once, Tom looked peaceful, for the first time today, he actually looked like he was peaceful and not stressed out. "I'm so sorry Tommy, so sorry. But, I have to go, I'll be back in the morning, I promise. I love you." I whispered, stroking Toms hair off his face, tucking it behind his ear, before gently kissing his cheek, making sure his blanket was wrapped around him and the TV was still on cartoon channels, before leaving him by himself in his room again.
I almost had to drag myself to the car, I didn't want to leave, I really didn't want to leave, I just wanted to stay, keep Tom safe, keep him from any harm. I didn't understand why all of a sudden I wasn't allowed to stay with Tom, couldn't they have just waited until Tom was ready to be released to release me too? I said this in the car on the way home, and no-one had a decent answer for me. "Danny, its just that doctors orders, he just wants to give Tom 'treatment' without us 'messing it up' by hanging around and being protective." Harry made air quotes around certain words, parking up outside his and Dougies house. "but thats what we're here for, otherwise they'll hurt him because they won't be careful with him." I grumbled, the doctors weren't careful with Tom, they pulled him about without much care for his health, and stupidly decided to do things that scared the hell out of Tom, which were making him worse.
Tom was already so distressed, he looked like he wasn't coping at all, he had looked so troubled all day, with no let up. It scared me to see that, couldn't I ever just have a quiet trip to the hospital, where we would go in, get treated, and go, and not have the doctors screwing up Toms mind? It was always us who had to pick up the pieces of Tom left, why couldn't we have him on the same level on sanity in and out of hospital? That was all I wanted, to keep Tom on the same level of the little sanity he had, without him dropping through the floor and into a darker hole than the one he was already in.
"Danny, do you want to stay with us tonight?" Dougie asked, leaning against Harrys chest, holding onto his arm, like Tom had done to mine. "no, I'm alright. I'll be fine, I'm just going to bed anyway." I sighed, wincing on the inside a little, remembering the feeling of Toms arms wrapped around my arm, hugging it like I was a toy. It felt heavenly, I regretted leaving even more now. "you sure? Cause, you can stay round if you want, we won't mind." Harry made Dougie let go, pulling them down to their sides like he knew it was reminding me of poor Tom.
"nah, I'll be fine. I'm going to go to Toms I think, if thats okay with you Carrie?" I turned to Carrie, hoping she would say I could stay round. "yeah, you can if you want. You did yesterday, I don't see what the harm could be in today as well." Carrie shrugged with a smile, wandering down to the house. "well, we'll pick you up tomorrow at the same time as this morning. See you later." Harry sighed, so I left to go to Toms house too.
Getting into Toms bed without him felt so strange, I should have been used to it, but usually I got into bed with Tom, even if I woke up without him. I wasn't used to this, just getting into a bed without Tom there. Being in the hospital with Tom for so many weeks had gotten me used to getting into bed with Tom again, him not being here, it was torture. The bed was too cold, there was too much room in it, and there should have been a troubled, cute, beautiful blonde guy curled up in my arms, with my head rested on his bony chest. I sighed, I was not going to last that long without Tom here with me, he was going to have to come home soon.
"I'll bring you home Tommy soon, I promise." I whispered, like he could hear me, wishing I could just get Tom home before he got painfully weak minded.
445 Toms POV
I whined and whimpered weakly, trying to turn over onto my side, why couldn't I get onto my side? And why was my wrists and ankles aching? What was going on? "morning Thomas, calmed down yet?" a female voice asked, sounding happy, but it was false, "oh, still hasn't woken up properly, oh well, better get you untied before your friends come along." The pressure on my wrists and ankles lessoned, I immediately scrambled upright and into a corner, suddenly feeling a rush of life flow through my veins. "good you are awake. Time for your breakfast." She came closer, another three nurses coming up behind her.
"now don't fight this please, you must eat this." The nurse warned, backing me up against the wall, bringing the spoonful of cereal towards my mouth. I turned away, pushing her back, I didn't want anything! I didn't trust her, she was going to hurt me, I didn't want to be hurt, my arm and legs already ached and felt like jelly. I didn't want her to make me hurt even more! "come on, be a good boy and open your mouth." I was told, but I refused, carrying on turning my head away and pushing anyone coming towards me back until someone grabbed my head and made it stay still for the spoon to shove its way past my lips. It was horrible, the food was all icky, I hated it. But it carried on, until there was nothing more to be fed to me, and then they left me to fall to the floor, my legs unable to keep me upright.
I curled up in a ball again, feeling achy, icky and scared. I didn't like the people here, they hurt me all the time, I hated being here, I wanted to go home. People came in and out of the room for hours, not noticing I was crying on the floor, just went on with what they were doing.
"go away!" I shouted at one man, wanting him to go away. "Tommy? Whats up honey? Why are you on the floor?" a Bolton accent came from him, he dropped down to my height, revealing that he was Danny. I felt safer a second later, Danny wasn't going to hurt me or force me to do things I didn't like doing. "I-It hurts, a-and icky." I whimpered, being brought into his arms. "what hurts, and whats icky? What did they do to you today?" Danny asked, sitting my weak body sideways on his lap, my side resting on his chest.
"Danny, I think they used these." I saw Harry bend down to pick up the leather things on the side of the bed. Danny, Dougie and Carrie gasped loudly, all turning to me. "Tommy, they didn't use those, did they?" Danny whispered, wiping away the tears on my face, I pushed his hands away and pushed my hands into my eyes. It didn't want to see the leather things, or for anyone to see my tears. "Tommy, answer me, what happened? Did they use those on you?" Danny pulling away my sore hand, I whined when it hurt again, trying to tug it back.
My sleeve fell down a little, revealing my achy, red wrist. "oh Tom, they did, didn't they? You poor little boy, you poor, poor little boy, come here." Danny whimpered, pulling me closer, letting me cry into his shoulder. "I-It hurts!" I cried, bringing my hand back to my face again, pushing my hands into my eyes. "I know baby, I know. I'll sort this out, I'm bringing you home today, I don't care what they say, you're not staying here anymore." Danny kissed my head, standing us both up. "we'll start packing then, want anything Tom?" Harry asked, his hands touching my back gently. I shook my head, wiping away tears still. "alright, but you'll need a hoodie, its cold outside." Danny grabbed a jacket from a chair, carefully wrapping it around my shoulders.
"and what do you think you're doing?" another person came into the room, I whimpered and hid in Dannys shoulder again, not wanting to look at him. "we're leaving, and taking Tom home with us, you're not helping Tom at all anymore, and you're not going to hurt him even more." Danny explained, sounding serious. "and who says you can do that?" the doctor asked, his Scottish accent sounding scary. "we do. We looked it up yesterday once we got home, we can take Tom home if we want. You can't stop us." Harry answered, standing between us and the doctor.
"Tom can release himself if he wants, but he clearly isn't in any state to make any decisions for himself." The doctor sounded like he was gloating. "he can't, but I'm Toms family, which means I can make those decisions. Toms coming home with us." Carrie backed us up. "sh*t, are you sure you want this? Tom clearly isn't well, you could make him worse taking him home." The doctor swore, I whimpered into Dannys shoulder, I wanted to go home! The people here scared me, it wasn't nice being here, everyone hurt me, and made me feel funny. "yes, we're taking him home. We can't make him any worse than you have. Just look at his wrists! They're almost cut, and so bright red, its almost abuse! We're taking Tom home, nothing you say is stopping us." Carrie answered, almost growling.
"alright, I'll go get the discharge forms." The man walked out again, everyone in the room breathed out a sigh of relief. "finally, we're all going home today Tommy! You'll be safe at home, nothing will happen there." Danny hugged me close, sitting me back on the bed. Papers were brought in and as Carrie signed them all and the doctor talked about taking something once every two hours, Danny got me my shoes and socks, helping me put them on, wincing once he saw that my ankles were as bad as my wrists.
"come on baby, time to go." Danny smiled, taking my hand and walking me out of the room, pulling me through the corridors and into Harrys car. I sat in my seat, finally feeling a little better, less nervous, less scared, I felt safer already. Dannys hands held onto mine the whole way, making me feel even safer, I ended up falling asleep in his arms, finally feeling like I could relax for the first time in weeks.