A/N: Hello there! Thank you so, so much for 53 reviews! Holy crapattoni! I was like, fangirling for an hour! And I guess that is it. Replies in the end of the chapter, as always. Enjoy;)
20th August, 2003, 1:34pm
Fifteen hours since Tom's accident.
Fifteen hours, and barely anything had changed.
Fletch had arrived to the hospital at about eight and a half, and made the boys and Giovanna go home.
Dougie lay awake in his bed, not being able to sleep. Partly, because of the nagging headache he had. And, obviously, because one of his best friends was in a coma.
The blinds in his rooms were closed, as he could not stand the Summer sun. In his opinion, the current weather did not fit his emotional state: a storm, with rain and lightning would do.
Tom was their leader. The one who started everything. The three of them would be lost without him, and, even though some jokes were made about him behaving like their mothers, Dougie, Harry and Danny needed it. Being the oldest, and the most responsible of the group, Tom was in charge of cooking, solving problems and make sure everything was fine in the band house. He was also one of the most creative people Dougie had ever met, being great at song writing, singing, playing instruments, drawing, painting, acting, and most of the things that envolved Art and creativity. And also so much more than that. Tom was the one they would turn to if they needed to talk about something or if they needed help. Dougie recalled, when Lilith had managed to hurt them all, how Tom had been able to handle the situation and take care of them so well.
But Dougie felt, most of all, powerless. There was absolutely nothing he could do unless wait and hope for anything to turn out okay.
'Dougie?'
Harry was at the door, a lost look across his face, as if asking if he could walk further into the room.
'Yeah?'
'I am going to make tea.' Harry said. 'Do you want some?' Dougie shook his head.
'No, thanks.' He replied. 'Ask Danny, he might need some.' Harry sighed, and sat on Dougie's bed.
'I already did. He won't get out of his room, he's just curled up in himself, looking at the wall. He's not even crying anymore, it's like he isn't even there.'
'Danny and Tom are really close.' Dougie said. 'If he doesn't make it...' The blonde's voice came out more like a strangled sob, and Harry pulled him close, hugging him.
'Faith, Dougie. If we do not have it, we have nothing.'
'Danny, you have to get out of bed.' Dougie had agreed to go with Harry to Danny's room, to convince him to at least drink a bit of tea, as he refused to eat anything, or to get out of bed and distract himself. It did not seem to be working though.
Danny stayed in the same position, his head buried on the pillow. At least he was not facing the wall anymore.
'Don't wanna.' His voice came out muffled. Harry sat on the bed beside him and pulled the red blanket off his friend, feeling somewhat glad when he saw he was not naked, but at least wearing boxers.
'Come on.' Harry insisted. 'Just a bit of tea. You will feel so much better.' Danny took his head out of the pillow for a moment, glaring at Harry.
'The only thing that is going to make me better is Tom waking up.' He hissed. 'So if you two don't mind...' He returned to his position, lying on his stomach.
'Tom would not want that, Danny. He would want us to-'
'Shut up! Shut up!' Danny sat up abruptly, yelling. 'Don't talk like that, he's not dead!'
'Danny, calm down-' Dougie's voice was shaking, but Harry did not let him talk.
'Well, he isn't here, is he? He's in a fucking coma, Danny! Just accept that!' Harry's face was red, and he looked furious, but his voice was hoarse and cracked.
'But he will wake up.' Danny's tone was dangerously low, Harry also noticed he was clenching his fists. Shaking his head, the drummer sat down next to Dougie.
'He will, Danny. I'm just- just trying to deal with this right now.' He sighed. Danny attempted a weak smile.
'You're doing it well, mate. I'm sorry.'
'We're all just really stressed, aren't we?' Harry took a deep breath. He got up and walked to Danny's desk, where he had left the tray with the mugs of tea, bringing one, and handing it to Danny, who accepted it.
'This is killing me.' Danny said after taking a sip of his tea. Dougie turned to him.
'You're not the only one, Dan.'
20th August, 2003, 5:16pm
Tom suddenly felt real again. He could sense his eyelids blackening his vision, he felt his torso, his back, which was starting to hurt uncomfortably, his legs half tangled in thin sheets.
And his hands. His left hand was being envolved by other hand. He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't.
'I don't know if you are even listening.'
A voice. A hoarse, deep voice, entirely familiar. It was undoubtedly Danny.
'The nurse said it would help making you better. You know, talking to you and stuff.' It was not normal Danny though. The Danny he was listening to sounded horribly tired and broken.
'Dan, it's okay.' It was Harry this time, and Tom could almost imagine him glancing at Danny, as he hugged Dougie, like they used to when they watched movies in the living room.
'Things are so messed up right now, Tom.' Danny continued, and tightened his grip in Tom's hand. 'We need you here. You have to wake up. Lilith died forever, she won't ever bother us again.'
Tom felt another hand on his right forearm. A softer, also colder hand.
'Now we can be an awesome band.' Dougie's shy voice filled his ears. 'We will tour with Busted, and eventually on our own. And we'll live happily in our band house, and have the time of our lives.'
'But you are going to be there. You will be there to laugh with us about stupid jokes, about the winderful times we will have playing shows, we will write killer songs... We'll be there for each other, because we are best friends.'
Tom concentrated all his effort in squeezing Danny's hand. He needed to do it.
'Did he...he just...'
'Please wake up. Please.'
Tom opened his eyes.
ILikeToSneeze: Yeah, I know. She is kind of like one of those creepy children in horror movies. Glad you are enjoying this :D
LottiePoynterr: We are talking about Dougie. Dougie who has pictures on the Internet of him unconscious on a hospital bed after taking a flu jab ( haha, I am like that too, I faint for the smallest things (my psycho Geometry teacher was yelling at me and I fainted after screaming back at him)). So, yeah, I think he would definitely faint if he saw a corpse xD Hope you like this chapter, and thanks for reviewing ;)
TheMcVamps: Well, enjoy this chapter, and thank you for reviewing :)
deeplyinloves: Please do! You write so amazingly, I think I would...I don't even know, but it would be SO awesome if you tried to write sensitive!Danny. If you really do it and you need help, you can always PM me :) When I saw him cry in the video, I felt like crying too :'( thanks for reviewing, enjoy this one ;D
