Trigger warning : General sadness

Remington has his blood taken and his head scanned at the hospital. Then he, Sebastian, Emerson and Andy sit and wait for the results from the scans. Blood tests take longer, they're told.

Sebastian gets them drinks from a vending machine and Remington sits quietly on the hospital bed, confused but not saying anything because he's used to it by now, and besides, he can see they're stressed about something so figures it's best not to ask. Ignorance is bliss. Or in his case, ignorance is blurry.

Either way, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

"Alright," Doctor Sanchez says, after studying the scans. "It looks like Remington has hit his head."

Andy straightens in his seat. "Really? But we've been so careful."

"It's possible that even a slight bump could have caused some internal damage. His brain is fragile and because of the damage to his skull caused by smashing it on the shower wall, his head will always be a little more delicate than the average."

"Well, will it heal? The recent injury?"

She looks back at the screen, with the scans on. "It's hard to say. As I've said, this is a condition I've not come across before so I'm afraid I can't always provide you with concrete answers."

Remington looks at her but keeps quiet.

"I'd like to keep him in here tonight, just to insure there isn't anything else going on. How has he been sleeping recently, Andy?"

"Fine, I think. Sometimes he's up really early though. Or he falls asleep on the couch and wakes in the middle of the night."

"His sleep schedule is irregular, then."

"Yes, definitely. But to be honest with you, he's always been one for having naps in the day and staying up until silly o'clock, so..."

"Okay. That's good to know. And how is he eating?"

"Fine."

"Great." She turns her attention to Remington, says, "hi, Remington."

He blinks. "Hi."

"How do you feel? Any headaches?"

"Uh, no."

"What about your eyes. Do they hurt at all? If you look at this screen, does that make you want to look away?"

"No, not really."

"Perfect. And your body? Any aches or pains?"

"No."

"Okay, great. You're gonna stay in here tonight, okay?"

Remington nods.

"Do you know where we are?"

"Uh... No."

"We're in hospital. And you didn't want to ask?"

"No, 'cause, uh, 'cause it doesn't matter."

She frowns. "It doesn't matter? Why's that?"

"'Cause I'm used to it."

"What're you used to?"

He shrugs.

"Okay, make yourself comfy in here, Remington. Your family are free to stay the night if they wish."

"Okay."

Andy is the only one who stays the nights. Emerson and Sebastian try and convince him to go home but he says he'll get no sleep if he did, so he stays.

Remington is strangely quiet all evening. He doesn't want the little television on and doesn't look at the magazines they give him.

"Are you okay?" Andy asks eventually, worried he might've lied about having no pain in his head.

The boy looks at him, nods, and looks away. Truth is, he knows that he should understand what he's here for, who those two men were with strange hair and clothes, but he doesn't know, and it makes him feel so stupid.

Andy frowns and picks up one of the magazines left by a nurse on the side. He flips aimlessly through it, sitting cross-legged on the blue couch in the room. Dr Sanchez tries to put Remington in rooms with couches rather than chairs because she not only sympathises with him, but also with his family, who are clearly scared he could slip into a coma or worse. The least she can do is give them a decent place to sleep.

The light outside is dimming into night. Andy gets up and closes the blinds, returning to the couch and checking his phone. He gets up again and opens the door when someone knocks. It's Doctor Sanchez checking everything is okay before leaving. Andy thanks her and wishes her a nice night. She wished him the same.

Remington watches this conversation with fixed eyes, because if he's concentrating on something then he can't focus on his lack of understanding. He yawns and closes his eyes and a tear tries to escape, but he doesn't allow it freedom.

Returning to the couch, Andy picks up a magazine again, reading mindlessly over paragraphs about the best fits for summer or whatever. He notices Remington settling down to sleep, so he turns the main light off and uses his phone flashlight to see the pages, looking up when he thinks he hears something resembling a sob.

"Remington?" He asks. "Love, you okay?"

The boy doesn't reply.

Andy puts the magazine down. "What's the matter? Is your head hurting?" Still nothing, so Andy gets up and sits on the edge of the bed, where Remington is facing away from him, a mess of covers and blue gown. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Remington sniffles. "Nothing," He mumbles.

"You can tell me, I'm a safe person to tell."

"I know. You're-you're Andy. My-my husband."

"Exactly. And I'm worried because Remington, my husband, is crying. So what's up?"

"I just don't...I don't know anything."

"Hey, no, that's not true. You know loads. You're just a little unwell and that's okay."

"But... I want to be, uh, normal."

"Being normal is for losers. You ain't no loser."

Remington turns over and wipes his eyes. Without another word, he wraps his arms around Andy and continues crying into his shoulder, until he's too tired to stay awake. Then he lies back down and pulls Andy with him, whispering, "love you, stay," and using the man's arm as a sort of cuddly toy to hold, and Andy can't help but to smile because it's the first time hearing those words since the accident.