xxPUDDxx - we'll find out soon enough as to why Tom's leg is itchy soon ;) and i love reading really enthusiastic comments, they always make my day reading them! :D

502 Toms POV

When my eyes opened I was in bed...but we had been on the squishy thing downstairs a second ago, why was I here?! "hey, don't freak out, its alright. You fell asleep earlier." Danny said next to me, his hand pushing at my hair. Quick check the scab! Check the scab! I jumped to check the scab, I didn't like it, it didn't look right. It was too dark next the rest of me, it couldn't be there! Get it off, get it off! It shouldn't be there! "whoa Tom don't pull it off, its got to stay on, for just a while longer." Danny grabbed my hand, stopping me from pulling it off. "no! Can't be there! Can't be there!" I cried, I hated it, it had to go!

"it has to Tommy. Just leave it alone, please, just leave it alone, just for a while longer. Just until its healed, then when it is, you can pull it off and it'll be fine." Danny answered, his hand pulling me to look at him. Don't look at him! Not when that is on your leg! Get it off! I tried to get it off, but Danny wouldn't let me, he kept me still, not letting my arms go until I stopped, because I was tired of fighting to get free. "there we go, just relax, thats all I need you to do, just relax. Its going to be fine." Danny said really quietly, his lips against my cheek again, get the thing off you idiot! Get it off, get it off now! Its not right, get it off! I couldn't, I couldn't get it off, I was sorry, but I couldn't.

Danny asked something, his hand going over my face, it felt so nice. I leant into it, wriggling so I was cuddling with him. I wanted to cuddle, the need to pull off the scab went away a little as I felt Dannys warmth. Get it off. Right now. No, I wanted to cuddle, I liked cuddling. It was safe and warm. "alright, we'll cuddle Tommy, if you want, we'll cuddle." Dannys arms went around me. I soon started sleeping again, because it was so nice to be like this. I liked it, so much.

Waking up, I found that I didn't have the tight scratchy trousers on anymore. They were cold, and the scab still itched! I made a whining sound, I wanted the scratching the stop, I didn't like the scratching! "itchy, so itchy!" I cried, why couldn't the scratching stop?! Couldn't it stop?! The scab on my leg stopped itching and felt warm instead, what was happening? Why wasn't my whole leg warm? Why did the itching stop then? I sat up, it was Dannys hand on my leg, on a white thing, covering the scab. Now how are we going to get it off?! I didn't know, the white thing never came off, no matter how many times I tried.

"shhh, come on, its time for your vitamins Tommy." Danny pulled me downstairs, feeding me my vitamins again. "thats better, isn't it? Now, wanna go see Harry, Dougie and Carrie? Last time I saw them, they had the cookies we made the other day!" Danny made me nod, pulling me to the front room, finding Carrie and the other two who were always here. "hey! Wanna cookie?" the yellow haired one asked, holding up a cookie. "yeah thanks, I'm starving!" Danny grabbed one, taking a bite of it, falling onto the squashy thing everyone was on, taking me with him.

503 Dannys POV

"wanna bit of cookie Tommy?" I asked, knowing that Tom wouldn't pick one up for himself without me offering one to him. He didn't reply, probably hadn't heard me, like usual. Or maybe he was ignoring me for stopping him from picking at his scab. I hoped it was the first one, if he was ignoring me I didn't know how I would cope. It probably was the first, seeing as he was still sat on my lap, and had answered me a minute ago.

"these a really good." Dougie broke the silence, half way through his second cookie. "they are, we did a good job making these if I do say so myself." Harry agreed, stroking Dougies side gently. "we did...want a bit of cookie Tom?" I asked again, tickling his side gently to see if that got his attention. Tom seemed to click back into the room, turning half way to face me. "want a bit of cookie? They're really nice!" I tried, breaking off a bit for him. Tom looked unsure, biting his lip, picking at his fingers.

"its okay, its just a cookie." I smiled, managing to give him a bit of cookie after he thought for a few more seconds. "good boy, proud of you." I kissed his cheek, bringing Tom down a bit and lean on my shoulder, facing Dougie and Harry. They themselves had decided to half lay on the sofa, Dougie laying on top of Harry, their arms and hands are entwined. I missed being able to do that with Tom, I mean, I could, but it wouldn't be the same. He wouldn't be...focused, in the moment, or the hold. Tom would let me hold him like that, but it would be more...holding him for the sake of it, he wouldn't notice what was going on, he probably just thought he was surrounded by warmth of some sort. I wanted a hug that felt like an actual hug, like I was hugging someone who knew what was going on around him.

Though, I had to look on the bright side, he was holding my hand right now, his hand was resting on the back of mine. He looked so small next to my large hand, it was adorable, and perfect, and I loved it. Tom hadn't started to hold my hand first for months, I always grabbed his hand first, of course, he hugged me first, but never had he grabbed my hand first. So this was new, and good, I liked seeing some sort of progress, especially seeing as Tom had freaked out over...well I wasn't even sure. I didn't even know why he freaked out, I think it was because he had seen his scab, which he hadn't seen before. Also, I think his jeans were rubbing against it, causing him pain, which is why I had put a bandage back over his leg, so he couldn't get at it his scab, and changed his jeans into my old red football shorts. They didn't go near his bandage, and were comfy and baggy, so hopefully his scab wouldn't be rubbing against his trousers, and he would be comfier in shorts.

He seemed happier anyway, looking around, like he didn't even know that there was a bandage on his leg, like earlier didn't happen. Sometimes, Tom really confused me, and worried me in equal measures. He could be like this, perfectly fine, then other times he was out of control and trying to rip scabs off his leg and freaking out over things that didn't need to be freaked out over. It worried me how he could snap like that, I wished he wouldn't do that. It scared me so much, I wished he would just stay the same, happy and calm and quiet.