xxPUDDxx - *hands all the boys over for a hug* :D and it could affect all the boys, we'll see :P and same, i'm definitely on the side of Benedict on this one, though i do love Andrew Scott (Moriaty) too! idk, i just love Sherlock! xD
484 Toms POV
"shhh, shh Tommy. Its okay, we'll have a break, alright? Come on, we'll go from here." Danny sighed, pulling me down from the table, his hand on my back. His lips went to my cheek, more than once, I think. "you're so tense baby, relax a little. Relax, please, just relax... come on, follow me." Danny started walking, keeping hold of my hand. I moved, following Danny round to another room. The yellow men on TV were back. "ha, yellow men." I smiled a little, feeling warm things going round my middle.
"its The Simpsons Tom, wanna watch?" someone spoke somewhere, I didn't really hear it, the warm things around my middle were really soft, it tickled me a little. "Tommy? Harry asked you a question, wanna watch The Simpsons?" Danny asked, as the warm things tightened. "so soft." I whispered, holding onto the soft things. "whats soft? My hoodie?" Danny moved the warm thing. It was his arm, holding me close to him. I reached out and held onto his hoodie, liking the feel of it, it felt nice. "I guess it is the hoodie then. Right, lets get comfy on the sofa, yeah?" lips pressed to my cheek again, before I was led to a squashy thing, and sat down on it. We had been sat here earlier I think, it was comfy here.
The yellow men continued to talk on screen, then they changed to pink, some looked a bit weird this time, but it made people laugh around me. Danny laughed at it a few times too, and what the other voices that were closer to me, were saying. I wasn't paying much attention, the soft hoodie was so soft and pretty, I liked it a lot, and when I pushed it down, it showed me a pale colour that was covered in brown dots! This didn't move that well, but it was still soft, softer than the hoodie, and warmer too. "what are you doing Tommy?" Danny asked, moving his arm around in my hand. I whined, grabbing his arm, pulling it back.
"are you counting freckles again Tom?" someone asked, a hand coming over to my own, he had words written on his wrist, but that was boring, Dannys arm was better. "boring...soft." I pushed the boring arm away, going back to Dannys. "huh? Boring and soft? Tom, what are you talking about?" the boring armed person asked, I think. There were too many voices around here. "Tom? Answer us, what are you talking about?" another voice asked, a hand touched my shoulder. "so soft. So warm." I mumbled, pressing into Dannys shoulder, wanting more softness.
"Tom? Are you okay?" Danny asked, moving his arm to hold my hands. I didn't answer, just pressed closer, wanting softness and warmth. I liked softness and warmth, it felt good. "Tom, answer me, are you okay? You're worrying me, are you feeling alright?" Danny shook my shoulder. I whined and pushed further into his arms. "Tom, talk to me, are you okay?" Danny pulled me face to look at him, but I couldn't look at him. I couldn't focus on him, he was just a blur, a complete blur.
485 Harrys POV
Toms eyes were unfocused as Danny held his face to look at him, he didn't reply either, just tried to wriggle out of his hold and nuzzle into his lovers chest again. "ah, Tom, did you mean that Dannys soft and my arm is...boring?" I had a brainwave, not sure why my arm would be boring, but it was the best idea I could come up with why he had said those things. "Tommy, can you answer Harry?" Danny held onto Toms face again, making him look at him again. But Toms eyes were so unfocused, like he was looking right through Danny, like he wasn't even there.
"Tom, baby, can you focus on me? At all?" Dannys big hands framed Toms face, trying to get him to focus on him. But he never did, and over the next few days, we found that Tom couldn't focus on us. He couldn't really focus on anything. Tom didn't seem to be able to focus on people, or the TV, he didn't seem to be able to sit still anymore either. He was always slightly rocking himself, or looking around agitatedly, or running around because he found something fascinating that he chased after. At the moment, his favourite thing was to chase after Marvin, crawling across the floor after him, giggling as Marvin meowed at him, or just didn't realise that he was being followed.
That was what Tom had been doing earlier on in the day, but Danny had caught him near the front door trying to get out, so he had grabbed him away, taking him to the cinema room and put on the Spongebob Squarepants movie. Though, as usual, Tom wasn't paying attention, looking around the room instead, rocking slightly in his chair, though he wasn't agitated this time. This just looked more like curiosity than anything else. "Dan, are you ever going to make Tom get changed?" I asked, because Tom was still in the clothes he had worn to the hospital. "yeah, I will at some point. I just, I don't know, I guess I'm just worried that getting Tom changed will freak him somehow. He hasn't...he hasn't seen himself since he changed, I don't want to scare him." Danny sighed, "oh well, either way, I better feed him." He held up a plate filled with a meal consisting of potatoes shaped as smiley faces and fish fingers, basically typical child food.
"Tommy, its dinner time." Danny crept into the room, moving to sit down next to Tom on the sofa, bringing his face to look at him. "no grumbles!" Tom shook his head, he still ended up in denial at meal times. He hated the idea, but, Danny still persevered every day, managing to get Tom consuming at least a few mouthfuls. "Tom, that doesn't matter, you still need dinner. Come on, open up." Danny encouraged, breaking a fish finger into quarters. "no grumbles!" Tom whimpered, though as me and Dougie sat down too, his stomach growled. "yeah there is, didn't you hear that? There's grumbles, so you need to eat, come on." Danny pulled Toms head to look at him, pleading him with his big blue eyes, even though Tom wasn't looking at him.
"shhh!" Tom looked down to his stomach, poking it. "Tommy, its not supposed to be shhh'd, you need to listen to it, and eat. Do you really want the hospital to want to see you again?" Danny leant Toms head up again. "don't want a cage." Tom whispered a few moments later, wait, what? "huh?" I asked, what the hell did he mean by that? "there are no cages Tommy, only us, now come on. You'll be thinking clearer once you've had this." Danny seemed to break through then, because Tom let Danny feed him the small chunk of fish finger still in his hands. "there we go, thats not that hard is it?" he smiled, getting through the whole plate. At least that was one good thing about the situation, Tom still ate, even though he struggled a little again, he still ate.