xxPUDDxx - haha! my boyfriend keeps on insisting he'd make a better Doctor that Benedict but i say they'd be pretty equal on how good they'd be at it! xD
482 Dougies POV
We got half way back to the bedroom, before Tom ran out of Dannys arms again, running to the window in a random room. "still so dark! So dark!" he whimpered, even after we turned the light on quickly. "no it isn't Tommy, look, its light." Danny looked confused, bringing Tom round to look around the room. "but outside! Its so dark!" Tom pointed outside, he actually looked so scared and confused, like he had no idea what was going on. "because the sun hasn't risen yet, its half 5 in the morning Tom, its early in the morning, still night time." Danny explained, stroking Toms hair with his spare hand. "you've slept for hours Tom, its half way through the night." I stepped forward, needing to say something. I couldn't stand seeing Tom look so distressed, especially for something so simple as the darkness at night. "the lights gone! Its so dark, so dark!" Tom cried.
"it won't be for much longer Tommy. Look, we're all still tired, come back to bed, alright? There's got to be some cartoons on at 5am." Danny yawned, pulling Tom along back to the bedroom, closing the curtains and putting on the TV. We all crawled back into bed, making Tom lay down too, telling him to watch the TV if he wasn't tired, he probably wasn't, but we were. I managed to grab another few hours of sleep, until Tom shook us awake again. "what is it Tommy?" Danny asked, rubbing his eyes, he had the patience of a saint, I swear. If it was anyone other than Tom, that I knew was ill, I would bitten their head off for waking me up twice at this hour. "lights back! The lights back!" Tom bounced off the bed, seemingly not caring about our legs he was scrambling over.
"yeah, its the sun Tommy. Its rising at...7am." Danny groaned the last bit, I face planted the pillow, 7am was unheard of in my world. "pretty! So bright, and pretty!" Tom smiled, excitedly looking out of the window. "yeah, I guess it is. Can we go back to sleep now Tom?" Danny managed a smile, probably thinking that Tom was adorable right now. "its getting higher! Look!" Tom called, practically jumping in excitement... I couldn't tell if he was any worse than before or not. I hoped not, I didn't know if I could cope if Tom got any worse. "you guys go back to sleep. I'll keep him entertained." Danny sighed, getting out of bed, going over to Tom, hugging him close, whispering in his ear.
Again, hours later, we actually crawled out of bed at the more normal time of 10am, to find that Danny had taken Tom downstairs for a while, having sat him on the sofa next to him. "morning!" Danny yawned, stroking Toms arm gently. Tom was sat quietly now, looking down at the floor blankly, almost completely still. "morning for the third time." Harry laughed, falling to sit down on the sofa next to the still blonde. "ah well, at least we all managed some sleep, and Toms calmer now." Danny smiled, he looked tired, but was fine mostly. Tom looked worse to be honest, he was just so still, staring at the floor, just below the TV. "you're quiet this morning." I commented, gently poking Tom in the arm. "ha, he's yellow!" Tom giggled a little, pointing at the episodes of The Simpsons that was showing.
"yeah, he's yellow Tommy." Danny sighed, now starting to look worried. This wasn't exactly typical Tom like behaviour, or any of the things we had seen him do recently. Usually, he responded to us, with an answer that was to do with something similar to what we had said to him. He also wasn't this still, he usually moved a bit more than this, and looked more aware to the things around him. "funny." Tom smiled, letting Danny move his head to lean on his shoulder.
483 Dannys POV
Okay, when we first got woken up, I thought Tom was just like he was before, but he wasn't, he was too still, too oblivious to things. But, he had been fine earlier, when he was running around after the light, and when I had brought him down here, he had been fine. Well, as fine as he could be. Tom had been wandering with me, he had been talking too. Making simple comments, going to lean on my side, wanting to cuddle like always. And now, Tom was just sitting here, fiddling with my sleeve. It scared me, so much, almost terrified me.
"I'm hungry." Dougie whined suddenly, giving us a knowing look. "now you say that, so am I. I say a kitchen trawl is in order, don't you?" Harry smiled, pulling Dougie to the kitchen. "hey, are you hungry too Tommy?" I realised that we hadn't had anything yet, Tom must have been starving. Tom mumbled something I couldn't understand, whimpering quietly, laying his head on my shoulder. "okay, come on, I'll get you some toast, yeah?" I stood us up, leading Tom to the kitchen too, making some toast for us both.
When it was ready, I made Tom sit on the table, so he was easier to get hold of if he tried to get away, like he had for the past few days. The idea of the hospital had scared him so much he had practically refused to eat, barely eating a thing for 3 days. I just hoped that now he would be fine and would actually eat something. Though, I doubted it by the look Tom currently had on his face, he looked almost scared again, looking around everywhere, except at me. "hey Tommy, its okay. I got you some yummy toast." I lifted a small chunk up so he could look at it. Tom whined and pushed my hand away, I sighed, this was going to be a long battle, a very, very long battle.
"Tom, come on, we've been through this a million times. I'm not going to give up, just eat this, please." I pleaded, catching his face in my hand, making him look at me. "no, so wrong, so wrong!" Tom shook his head, pushing me away. "its not, its good, its so good, its yummy." I came forward again, holding his shoulders, rubbing his arm gently. "not good enough, never good enough." Tom whimpered, covering his ears with his hands, his long pale fingers digging painfully into his scalp. "yes you are, you are good enough for this. You need this Tom." I pulled his hands down, squeezing them in my own.
"no, not good enough!" Tom argued, starting to look quite distressed and agitated. I didn't know what would happen if he got too stressed, so I decided to give up for now. "alright, alright, we'll give it a break for a while. Come here, calm down baby, calm down." I leant Toms head against my chest, rubbing his back gently, trying to calm him a little, stop him from being so tense.