Trigger warning : Mention of injury

Remington's head is heavy. He opens his eyes with a groan, rubbing them and blinking. The room he's in is unfamiliar, but then again, everything is unfamiliar now. Remington sits up slowly. Something about the white room is familiar, but he can't place what it is. He rubs his eyes again.

"Ah, Mr Biersack, you're awake."

The boy looks at them, startled at the unexpected company.

"Now, you've got a broken wrist and a fractured hip."

Remington frowns. "I do?" He asks, confused. "How?" He frowns again. "What does, uh, fractured mean?"

"It means your hip bone is cracked but not completely broken."

"Oh."

"As for how, we're not entirely sure quite yet. Somebody called an ambulance from [insert place name] at three pm, though didn't know you and had just found you as they were walking their dog. You were unconscious."

Remington rubs his eyes again.

"We're currently in the process of contacting your emergency contacts, is there anyone in particular you would like us to call?"

"Uh...Andy."

"Okay. We'll have a look for Andy in our system. What relation is he to you?"

"He's my husband."

"Alright. And do you recall any of the events leading up to you falling unconscious? Anything that happened?"

"No."

"Nothing at all?"

Remington looks at his hands. His right wrist is wrapped in a cast. "No, I...I can't remember things anymore."

"Okay. Since when was this a problem?"

"I fell in the shower and now my brain's fucked."

"Okay, Mr Biersack. I'll make sure your husband is contacted and I promise we'll get to the bottom of this. You're doing very well and you'll heal just fine."

"Okay."

He's left alone in the room now, still unsure of what exactly went on or how he got here, and goes to sleep because that's the easiest thing to do.

* * *

Andy is playing the piano when his phone rings. He knows it's the hospital because he saved the number after Remington's accident. "Mr Biersack?" Asks the man on the other end.

"Speaking."

"Remington is in hospital, sir. He's asking for you."

"He's in hospital?"

"Yes, sir. He has a broken wrist and a fractured hip."

"What?"

"I'll explain the details when you get here."

Andy puts his head on the edge of the piano. "And Emerson is there, right?"

"Emerson?"

"Remington's brother. He's there?"

"No, sir. Remington was brought in an ambulance. There's nobody here with him at present."

"I don't understand. Emerson was supposed to be looking after him."

"I'm sorry, sir, but there's no one here with your husband."

"God, I'm gonna murder that man," Andy mumbles. "Okay, I'll come now. Thank you." Then, "he hasn't hurt his head?"

"No, Remington's head is just fine."

"Okay, good. I'll be there soon." After hanging up, he gets up off the piano stool and collects his keys from the kitchen, where Sebastian is making dinner.

"You're going out?" Asks the guitarist, having only just got back from searching for Remington himself.

Andy hums. "Yep."

"Where to?"

"The hospital."

"What? Why?"

"Because," begins the man, "they called. Bye."

"Why did they call?"

"Why do you think, genius. Remington's there, again. And before you start on one of your worried rants, no, I don't know why, other than that his hip is fucking fractured and his wrist is broken. Oh, and you can call your idiot little brother and ask why the fuck he's not there with him and how he let Remington get a fractured hip in the first place! I knew letting you two look after him would go badly!"

"Maybe he fell down the stairs," Sebastian suggests feebly.

Andy scoffs. "Have you seen how careful he is since the accident? Mate, he's fucking scared of hurting his head again so he goes down the stairs so slow, a snail could over take him."

"Alright, alright. Chill out."

"Chill out? Is your brain damaged husband in hospital alone with a fractured hip and a broken wrist? No, didn't think so. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to give him a hug." He heads for the front door. "And if you think I'm letting him stay with Emerson ever again, you would be fucking wrong. Clearly he isn't capable of it."

"Andy-"

"Don't start. You know I'm right. Now, excuse me while I save my husband."

"Save him from what? The scary hospital, with all the trained professionals and warm beds? Oh, scary."

"Quit it. Good bye."