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𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 - tom's pov

WAS IT WORRY, WAS IT LOVE? I COULD NEVER TELL.

"Get your ass up," Bill hit me on the back of my head, trying to cheer me up or show emotion at least.

But I didn't want to, i was so consumed on Danny I couldn't even let another thought go by if it wasn't her. Besides, she needs me, she needs someone to be by her side for whichever cost or any risk. I promised her.

"I'm good," I sigh as I lay more into the couch, more thoughts of Danny kept flowing, the only thing of that night kept coming back.

I heard Bill sigh, the sight of him wasn't great either. He was also worried for Dan, but still, tried to make it less depressing. But was it depressing for Dan right now? I don't know, I haven't seen her in awhile.

Dan,

I sat up quickly as I realized I needed to go check up on her. "Bill, did she leave for Germany yet?" I yell out as I run up to my room, going to get random things but enough to where I could also leave.

"Tom, calm down!" I heard Bill yell from downstairs as he showed his annoyed tone, "You can leave for her next week, she's leaving tomorrow so give her enough time to be alone,"

When I heard his words, annoyance grew in me as well.
I walked to the top of the stairs, being met with my other's eyes. "You've been saying that for the past week! She's been alone enough, you never know what could happen to her," I groan as I lean back into the wall.

Bills footsteps filled the silence as he sat down right next to me, turning his head. "I understand, Tom," He whispered as he laid his hand out, "Just know that this is also horrible for her too, she needs space right now. She even told me,"

I looked down at his hand, hesitant before placing my hand into it. I slightly smiled at the cringe scenery but felt comfort as it reminded me of when we were younger. "Yeah, maybe I should,"

I sighed at the thought of her being alone to where she can struggle by herself. It was hard not giving her a call or texting her or even seeing her but I tried to give her her own time, let her think alone. It wasn't something that I was well aware about, but, I knew she had everything stabled, she has family.
Family to where they will comfort her in a time of wrong and sorrow, a time where a favorite relative or someone close is on a verge of death.

I groan, placing my head against the wall. My thoughts weren't helping, hell, they were just making everything worse. All of this was hard, especially when I promised her. And without even promising, I owe her. I owe her for everything she done for me and getting me out of the grave I was digging for myself.

As if someone was reading my mind, my brother spoke up, clearing the silence with his voice. "Go pack, we're leaving early Monday,"

I turn my head to him in disbelief. He wasn't a person you could persuade so easily, you needed facts and examples to. But I guess my cries were good enough.

"You're so easy to convince," I tease him as I rubbed his head, making him smack my hand away as I got up.

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*PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP...*

I shook my head before I rested it on the palms of both of my hands. She's ignoring my calls now? I've tried so hard to be patient but it feels like she's avoiding me. She's been talking to Bill, Gustav, and Georg but not me? What have I done to make her feel that way.

I rested back onto the couch that sat In one of the corners of the hotel room. It gave me a lot of nostalgia of when I was younger touring around. Surprised the manager knew me when I checked in, they heard that some famous people were visiting.

Gladly before I got more consumed in my thoughts I heard a loud bang on my hotel room door, the same knock Bill will do so we could know if it was the other or not. I smiled to myself as I got up, opening the door.
"Danny told me to make you go to the hospital," He told me, my face shifting to confusion. "Make me?"

"Sorry," he chuckled, smelling the alcoholic breath flow into my face. "Danny wanted you to meet her at the hospital, you know the one nearest to her house? The one you brung her-,"
"Yeah, thanks," I walked out of the room, trusting Bill to walk in and close it as I made my way into the lobby.

I couldn't be more eager to finally see her. To finally get an explanation so I can comfort her. Again, I felt guilty. Was I being selfish? Ignoring her feelings and replacing it with mine because I want her? Is that what I was, I'm not sure. I'm trying my best here, this is all new to me so I just need some kind of guidance. She showed me the light in a room of darkness.

"Tom!" I heard a female's voice yell out as soon as I stepped foot in the waiting room.

My frown was slowly replaced with a grin, a happy one in fact. I finally saw her, she was happy, she was happy to see me.

"Danny, I missed you," My mouth took over me with me really thinking about saying it. I saw her pause, as if shock filled her when she heard my words. Was it wrong? I'm sorry.

"Sorry, I-,"

"No, it's okay. Thank you though, for staying," Her words comforted me, let the guilt and worries wash away.

I couldn't help myself but smile. Thank you. Those words were all I needed to hear, to know that what I was feeling was okay...maybe.

"I should be the one saying sorry anyways. I didn't call or text, feel like it was the best for both of us," She sighed as she told me, the words slightly hitting my chest harshly. Is that what she felt..? That we needed space?

I have to play along though. Can't have anything else bothering her.

"H-..how's everyone?" I didn't know what to say. So I led on with that.

Danny smiled at me, "We're trying our hardest. Especially my father."

I nod. Feeling a awkward atmosphere surround us.

After a short few moment of silence. Her clearing her throat caught my attention. "I'll bring you to him."

I slightly widened my eyes. I couldn't believe she was okay with that.

"You sure...? I don't wanna intrude or make you feel like you're forced to," My tone was soft, reassuring almost. I didn't want to burden her with my presence, even if I want to hold her every moment of the day.

"I insist,"

I only nodded in return before walking with her. The long hallways, bright lights, sounds of beeping and commotion was all at once.

"Hey dad, remember Tom? I'm sure you remember." She smiles as she walks into the room. The shock was visible on my face as I stared at the poor man who sat on the hospital bed. He looked like he had gotten worse. He was pale, looks like he was on a verge of death, literally.

All her father did was give a weak smile, his attention going back up the television that sat up on the wall. I smiled back, trying to bring a comfortable atmosphere for the three of us.