Trigger warnings: mentions of sad depression stuff, poor Remington :(

Babejade: hey @palayeroyale where's the new album y'all promised??

Palayefan71: Literally what?? They never promised a new album?? And Remington literally is brain damaged?? Like you try recording a whole album when you're brain damaged. SMH

Remington follows Andy and Dr Sanchez into a hospital room quietly. He sits where she tells him to sit and then she asks, "what brings you here today?"

"He's forgetting again," Andy says. "Like, forgetting everything."

"Okay. I'm gonna ask you a few questions, Remington. Is that okay?"

Remington nods.

"What's your name?"

"Remington. That's obvious."

"Okay." She pauses. "Where are you?"

The boy hesitates, looks around, says, "the, uh, the...fuck."

"It's okay, no pressure."

"I forget what it's called, but it's the, uh, the place where you go when you're, uh, when you're sick."

Doctor Sanchez nods. "Do you have any siblings?"

"Yeah, two. I think, two. Brothers."

"Can you give me their names?"

"Uh..." He frowns. "Oh, there's Emerson and, uh, and Sebastian."

"Good. Who's that?" She points at Andy.

Remington studies the man, whispering, "blue eyes," repeatedly before landing on the answer. "That's Andy," he decides. "Andy. He's Andy."

"Good. What's your name?"

"You asked that already. It's Remington. I'm Remington."

"What's your full name?"

"Remington Leith-Biersack. I think. Biersack? Is it Biersack?"

She notes something down. "What did you have for dinner last night?"

"How am I meant to know that?"

"What did have for breakfast this morning?"

"Again, how am I meant to know that?"

She adds to her notes. "What's your house like? Can you describe it to me?"

"Uh..."

"How many bedrooms are there?"

"Uh...one? No, two. Two bedrooms."

"And bathrooms?"

"I think also two. Maybe three? I'm not sure." He looks at his hands.

Dr Sanchez nods. "Are you single or with someone?"

"Married," Remington says. "I'm married to Andy."

"Okay, Remington. Have you been experiencing any sort of head pain, such as headaches, migraines, or feeling like you might have somehow bruised it?"

"No. Not that I know of."

She looks towards Andy, who shakes his head. "He hasn't said anything about it," the man confirms. "He hasn't seemed to be in any physical pain."

"And you haven't undergone any accident? You haven't hit your head or fallen over?"

"No."

She notes something else down. "Alright. I'm gonna need to keep you here, I'm afraid, Remington. Something's not right and I'm not quite sure what it is. It would make sense if you'd hurt your head recently, but if you haven't, I'll need to look into getting scans and blood and all that, to check there's nothing serious going on."

Remington looks at her. "Okay."

"Does that all make sense?"

He nods.

"And you know who I am and where you are?"

"Yeah, you're, uh, you're Doctor, uh, Sanchez. I'm in that place where they make you better if you're, uh, if you're sick."

"Alright." She turns to Andy. "You've got a choice, now," she tells him. "I'll need to notify a nurse of this so they can prepare a bed for Remington. He'll be waiting in the waiting room until it's all sorted. I suggest you wait with him to avoid any further stress or confusion, but once he's in a room, you have the option to leave. Remington will be monitored by me and by his nurse so I can assure you, he'll be looked after. You'll be able to come in anytime between eight am and nine pm, so don't feel pressured into staying for the duration of his stay."

"I think I'll go and talk to his brothers," Andy says. "They'll want to know what's going on."

"Of course, good idea. If you could just wait with him while a room is sorted, that's be great."

"Sure, no problem."

Dr Sanchez turns back to Remington. It's unclear whether or not he's been listening to any of that. "Alright, Remington," she says, to catch his attention. "Tell me where you are and who you're with."

"I'm in that place you go when you're, uh, sick, and you're, uh, you're Doctor Sanchez, and he's...he's Andy."

"Good. Here's what's going to happen now, okay?"

He nods.

"You and Andy are going to sit in the waiting room while a nurse prepares a room for you. Then Andy is going to go and tell your brothers what's going on and you'll be free to watch television or whatever in your room. Either me or a nurse will come in frequently to check on you. You must tell someone if you start feeling dizzy, sick, or just confused, okay?"

"Okay."

Andy walks with Remington back down the hall and into the waiting room. He sits beside the boy and smiles politely at a woman across the room when she looks at them. "You okay?" He asks quietly.

Remington looks at him. "I guess," he mumbles. "Just angry at my stupid brain."

"Your brain's not stupid, love. Your brain is amazing."

The younger sighs and plays with his fingers. "I just feel so..."

"So what, honey?"

"So pointless."

Andy saddens. "I'm sorry you feel like that."

"Like, what's the, uh, the point of being alive if I-if I can't do anything properly?" He looks at Andy's hands. "It's so...annoying. 'cause I, uh, I know what happened. Y'know, the whole, uh, shower thing. But why...why do I not forget that but I forget who you are, or-or where I am?"

"There's always a point of being alive. You're still Remington. You're still the person who pissed in his brothers beds and insulted my clothes and invited himself into my house at silly O'clock because your brothers were 'being cunts again'. Just because you've had an accident doesn't change that. I know it's upsetting, and I'm sorry it's happening, but you're still Remington and I wouldn't ever think you pointless because of your head injury, love. No one would. You're phenomenal for all you're doing to recover. There's nothing pointless about you."

"I don't want to spend all my time in, uh, in hospital," Remington mumbles. "Hold my hand?"

Andy takes his hand. "Hey, you remembered the word."

"Oh, yeah."

"I know it's not easy, but you're doing so good and we're all so proud of you and I promise, if anything's pointless, it's that other people are trying to become singers when you exist."

That brings a smile to Remington's features. He moves closer to Andy and leans into him, closing his eyes and not opening them until he's told the room is ready for him.