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"He's not well, Andy," Sebastian says, sitting in his living room with Emerson, Shy and Larisa. "Honestly, I don't think you'd wanna see him just yet. It's not pleasant." He sips his coffee and looks at his fiancé with an exhausted sort of expression.

She gives him a reassuring smile and says, "I'm sure it'll get better."

"I don't know," the guitarist mumbles, "it was awful. I kept telling him who I was and he still had no idea."

"It was the same for me," Emerson tells them sadly. "I said things a million times and he just kept forgetting." He sighs and takes a drag of his cigarette. "Maybe he needs time to come to terms with it. It must be scary, not knowing where you are or why you're there. We can't be selfish when were not dealing with it like he is." He takes another drag before continuing. "I mean, imagine waking up one day in a room you don't recognise and everyone keeps telling you things but you don't know who they are and you just keep forgetting what you've been told. It would fuck me up."

Andy puts his head in his hands. "He really remembered nothing?"

Neither of the brothers want to provide an answer to that question. They know it's going to tear Andy to pieces if they can't find a way to help Remington. It would tear them all to pieces.

"Nothing," Sebastian confirms eventually. "Honestly, Andy, nothing. It was like...I said something, he registered it, then I'd say something else and he'd forget what I said before that. A doctor came in and he fucking lost it. Had no idea who she was, what was going on. She had to send him to sleep."

It's hard to comprehend the information. How can one fall have so many repercussions? "Can't the doctors do something?" Andy asks, desperate for a way out.

"Do what? They can't bring back his memories. All they can do is what we're doing."

"Which is?"

"Telling him things over and over and hoping they stick eventually."

Andy lifts his head and picks up his coffee. "And if they don't?"

"Then they don't. We can't do anything more than that."

"There must be something."

Emerson and Sebastian share glances. "Andy, if there was, we'd do it," the youngest says.

"I know," Andy mumbles.

"We'll keep trying," Sebastian promises. "If you really insist on seeing him, just be gentle, okay? He's really confused."

"I will."

Larisa takes Sebastian's hand. "It'll be okay," she says calmly.

Remington is as muddled today as he was yesterday. He grows increasingly on edge every time someone comes into the room because he knows, subconsciously, that he's here for a reason and that he should know the people who come in, and yet he doesn't know them. It makes him so frustrated and he doesn't understand how everyone is so calm. Aren't they confused, too?

Today, he's brought a tray of food at midday. He knows what that is, at least, and eats it while trying to work out who it was that gave it to him. They told him something but he doesn't know what it was. It can't have been important.

After lunch, Remington lies back down and looks at the ring on his finger. Who put it there? He wishes he knew, but he doesn't.

God, its so frustrating.

He sleeps because it seems he's always tired and sleeping is easy. It doesn't have any surprises. No strangers who claim to know him. When he's sleeping, it's just him.

When he wakes, there's another stranger in his room. They're wearing a white coat.

"Who are you?" He asks. He must've asked that a million times by now.

She smiles. "Doctor Sanchez. How are you feeling?"

"Fine, I think." He frowns. "Is my head s'posed to hurt?"

"It might ache a bit for a while."

Remington maintains his frown. "Why?"

"You had a nasty accident in the shower."

"When?"

"Four days ago."

"Okay."

She begins for the door.

"Who was here yesterday?"

His question makes her turn around. "Your brother," she tells him. "Sebastian. He was here for a while."

Remington nods slowly. "Okay," he whispers, "my brother was here." He looks away from her. "My brother Sebastian was here yesterday. Sebastian, my brother. He was here yesterday. My brother Sebastian. Sebastian. He's my brother. Yesterday, Sebastian was here. My brother, he was here. Sebastian. My brother's called Sebastian. Yesterday he was here. Sebastian. Yesterday. My brother. Sebastian." He continues repeating the information after the doctor has left, saying it over and over for almost ten minutes.

Then, he goes back to sleep.

Again, he wakes to a stranger in the room. The same stranger, but he couldn't know that. She asks how he's feeling again and he tells her the same thing; his head hurts. Is it supposed to, he asks again. She gives the same answer and that conversation is more-or-less repeated. Only this time, he doesn't ask who visited. He tells her.

"My brother was here," he says. She nods encouragingly. "He's called...uh...what's he called?"

She tells him Sebastian's name and he repeats it just like he had done before. Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian...

But then he realises he doesn't know a Sebastian.