Trigger warning : mention of injury

"Andy Biersack," says the man to the hospital receptionist. "I'm here to see my husband."

"Okay, one sec," she says, turning to the computer. "Ah, Remington Leith-Biersack?"

"Yes, that's him."

"Okay, no problem. He's in room nineteen. Down the hall, turn right, and he's the third on the left."

"Great, thanks." He turns and begins for the corridor, reading the room numbers as he passes, opening the door to room nineteen and smiling. "Hey," he greets. "Can I come in?"

Remington nods, says quietly, "hi, Andy."

"You okay? I heard you've got a fractured hip and a broken wrist."

"Mostly just confused," Remington says.

"I'm not surprised."

"Do you wanna sit?" Asks the younger, patting the bed beside him. "'Cause then I can hold your hand."

Andy smiles again. "You're a cutie." He sits on the bed. "You can't remember how you got here?"

"No, I just, uh, woke up here."

"Must be upsetting."

"Could be worse." He shrugs. "I'm not dead."

"You're not dead."

Remington leans against him and sighs. "And you're here."

"I am here," Andy says. "You're here, I'm here." The door opens and a doctor comes in. "He's here."

Remington giggles.

"Ah, Mr Biersack," the doctor greets. "Good to see you were able to come so quickly. Now, Remington is going to have to undergo surgery to fix his hip, otherwise it'll heal badly and he'll always feel pain when he puts weight on it. We've booked him in for Thursday morning, so he'll be staying here until then, and for two weeks after while he's in the primary recovery stages."

Andy nods.

"Please feel free to stay the night if you wish, Remington's usual doctor, Dr Sanchez, will be in tomorrow morning to speak to you both. She'll also move you to a larger room where you will be more comfortable, since you'll be staying a few weeks."

"Okay."

"In the meantime, help yourself to magazines and the vending machines. I'll bring lunch for Remington in an hour or so, if you'd like me to put an extra sandwich on his plate, just let me know."

Andy smiles. "Perfect, thank you."

"And we're currently looking into how this happened. If you remember anything, please let me know."

"Okay."

"Have a nice day, I'll be in and out but please just ignore me."

After he has left, Andy kisses Remington's hand and picks up the magazine that's beside the bed. "Huh, you've been looking at interior design."

"What? Oh. All that's in there is, uh...bathrooms and, uh, paint colours. Boring."

"I see."

"Yeah." He yawns. "No naked people, so..."

Andy laughs.

"That's pretty though." He points to a breakfast bar.

"And do you know what that is?"

"Not a clue, mate. Not a clue."

"Breakfast bar, love. That's a breakfast bar."

"There's one at home, right?"

"There is."

"It's not pretty like that one."

Andy laughs again.

"Give me a kiss?"

"Mm, come here."

Remington hums against Andy's mouth, grabbing his crotch and giggling when it's slapped away.

Chuckling, Andy says, "we'll get in trouble, love."

"Well, that's stupid."

"Mm, isn't it just." Then, "and besides, your hip is fractured."

"Oh, I forgot about that. Sucks to be me." He yawns again. "Well, if we can't do that, I'm going to sleep."

"I'm gonna braid your hair."

"I don't know what that means but okay." Remington carefully slides down so he's lying. "As long as it doesn't hurt."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"I don't know what that means either."

"It won't hurt you, love."

"What won't?"

"Me braiding your hair. It won't hurt."

"Oh, okay." He frowns. "What?"

"C'mon, settle down."

"Settle down for what?"

"You're going to sleep."

"I am?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you're tired."

"I am?"

"Yes."

Remington frowns. "Oh," He mumbles, and it's followed by a yawn. "Are you gonna, uh, are you going?"

"No, baby, I'm staying here with you."

"Okay. Thank you." He puts his head in Andy's lap.

Andy ruffles his hair. "I'll wake you up when it's lunch time, okay? You know what lunch is?"

"Yes, it's food. You know how I know that?"

"How's that, love?"

"Because I love food."

"Me and you both, baby, me and you both."

Remington hums. "I love you, I love food, I love your podcast room."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"And I love you the most."

"I love you the most, too."

"My... Uh... This-" He points to his hip. "Hurts."

Andy frowns. "I'll get the doctor."

"Should it hurt?"

"It's fractured."

"Fractured?"

"The bone is cracked."

"Oh." He moves about. "Ow."

"Stay still, I'll get your doctor," Andy says, getting off the bed and leaving the room.

Remington is given an increas in the medication being injected into his wrist to help numb the pain which also makes him even more tired, so he sleeps with his head in Andy's lap until his lunch is brought in. Then, after eating, he goes back to sleep and doesn't wake until the early morning, looking at Andy who's now also asleep. He smiles and settles back down, whispering, "I have the best husband."