Hi, Thanks so much for the support on this story so far! I'm glad you like it, and as usual, if you have any recommendations of plot lines etc, feel free to message me (Also send me Remdy oneshots if you wish)

Trigger warnings: Vomit, sadness bcos I love u :)

Palaye Royale shared.
Andy Biersack: For those asking about Remington, please rest assure, he is safe and being cared for in hospital.

Blackveillegend: Will he be able to perform again???
Palye: Wait what's happened? Have I missed something?
Cocainebabe: He had it coming lets be real

Remington's sickness is steady, rendering him constantly tired and weak and consequently worsening the loss of understanding of what's happening, and every time wakes, he's convinced he's waking in a brand new, never seen before, place, where no one has ever been before. That is until he has to vomit again. When that happens, he just gives up on trying to make sense of it. Then he returns to the world of sleep.

Frequently, Doctor Sanchez checks his vitals and so forth, adjusting his head when she sees he'll cause an ache in his neck. If he wakes while she's there, she doesn't speak because she realises he's not paying enough attention to wonder or care about who she is. When he gets up to use the bathroom, she takes the opportunity to quickly change the bedsheets, the duvet and the pillow for clean ones, straightening them out and stuffing the dirty ones into a laundry bag.

Remington returns from the bathroom wearily, head bowed, and doesn't notice her as she fills a glass with water and leaves it on the side, by the bed, which he drags himself into. Then, he groans, blindly reaches for the bin which the doctor passes to him, and pukes. She takes the bin from him after and empties it, rinses it with lemon scented disinfectant, and puts it back where he knows it is.

In the early evening, before leaving for the night, Doctor Sanchez cleans the bin again, moves the covers which have half fallen onto the floor. She checks the IV in his arm and when she gently takes his hand to look at it, Remington's fingers tighten around hers, so she sits for a couple of minutes. Clearly, his subconscious is aware of his lack of physical contact. The last time he held anyone's hand was with Andy, over a week ago, and, being a physical person, it's difficult to get by without any real sort of contact.

The following day, she calls the brothers, Andy, and anyone else who wishes to come into her office for an update on the singer's condition. She greets them kindly as they sit down before beginning by saying, "I'm afraid the news I've got isn't what you'll be hoping to hear."

"Is he dying?" Andy asks.

"I can't answer that at this time. His condition isn't that straightforward. It really could go either way at this point."

Sebastian sighs heavily. "He's still sick?"

"I'm afraid so. He hasn't improved at all since we last met. I'd go as far as to say it's gotten worse, actually."

"Worse?

"I can give you details but they're not pretty."

"Please do," the eldest urges.

"Okay." She eyes a notepad on her desk. "He's vomiting regularly. Sometimes it's dry heaving, but most of the time, he loses a day's worth of food. This causes issues, of course, but that's the least of it."

Andy looks at her intently, worried. "What is the worst of it?"

"He's exhausted despite sleeping ninety percent of the time, his headaches are becoming more like migraines, he isn't able to comprehend anything that's said to him. It's more than just memory loss at this point." She shakes her head. "I'm afraid that if he continues declining at this pace, he'll slip into a coma."

"A coma?"

"It's scary, I know. I'm doing everything I can to help but I'm not sure what I can do. He isn't responding to any of the medication I've given him. The best I can do is make him comfortable." She sighs.

"Is he in pain?" Sebastian asks.

The doctor nods. "As of now, yes. As I said, he isn't responding to any medication. That includes the usual painkillers. So yes, he is in pain."

"Fuck," the man whispers, "well what do we do? How can we help him?"

"All you can do right now is pray for him and hope for the best. There isn't much that can be done, and I'm sorry that I have to be telling you this. I understand how awful this is for you all."

"Would he still be in pain if he was in a coma?"

"No. He'd just feel like he was sleeping, only he most likely wouldn't wake for a long time, as I'm sure you're aware."

Sebastian, Emerson, Andy, and Larisa share the same though and they all know it. "Is it possible for you to put him in a coma?" Andy asks hesitantly. "Is that something you could do here?"

She frowns. "It is, yes. Why? Is that what you'd like me to do?"

"I'd like for Remington to be fine."

"I know. We all want that."

"If it'll stop the pain he's in, can you do it?"

"Do you all feel this way?"

The others nod.

Doctor Sanchez exhales. "Okay, I'll do that for you. You understand there is a chance he'll pass away while in the coma?"

They nod again.

"Alright. I'll prepare the equipment, if you could wait here, that'd be great." She stands up and soon has left the office, leaving the four to exchange troubled, unsettled expressions.