Trigger warnings: use of the f slur (censored), more general sadness.

Three chapters in one day, you're welcome.

The second visitor of Remington's is a tall man, dressed, unusually, in sweats. He smiles just as Emerson had yesterday, not that Remington would know. A hard-pressed, uneasy smile.

Remington watches him sit down from in the bed, where he just sleeps and lies awake, trying to make sense of everything around him. The beeping, the scentless room in the building he's forgotten the name of, the people in white who keep coming in and asking how he is and writing things down.

"Hey," begins the visitor, "I'm Sebastian, your big brother." He looks at Remington's hands. He's playing with his wedding ring without a clue what it's there for. "Emerson was here yesterday. Do you remember that? He was wearing stripes."

Sebastian can see the boy scouring his mind for that information. A man wearing stripes, yesterday, Emerson. No response is given and the guitarist just assumes Remington has forgotten. He doesn't know what he was expecting. Emerson wasn't exaggerating.

"I'm glad you're okay after your accident."

"My..."

"You fell in the shower."

"Oh."

Sebastian can't see this getting any worse. If Remington was told about the fall yesterday and doesn't even remember Emerson being in here, how could it? "Andy wants to see you soon," he says carefully.

"Andy?"

Sebastian winces. "He's your husband. You got married in June two years ago. It was beautiful."

"I don't know who you are." Remington tells him now. He sounds scared. "And I don't have a husband. I'm not...I'm not a f**."

Horrified. That's what Sebastian is. There is no way the publicly gay, happily married to a man, singer just said that. How is that possible? "Don't use that word, okay?"

"Why?"

"It's not a nice word. You don't like people who use that word."

"Don't I?"

Sebastian shakes his head. "You love Andy. You have for a long time. He makes you happy."

Remington is teary, Sebastian realises. "I don't know who Andy is." His voice is firm this time. "And you. I don't know you."

"I'm your brother. I'm called Sebastian."

"I don't have a brother."

At the progress they aren't making, Sebastian has to take a moment to calm down.

Remington rubs his eyes. "I don't know where I am," he admits.

Sebastian's heart could break. "You banged your head the other day," he explains, "and you're in hospital so they can make you better. You're not well."

"I banged my head?"

"You slipped in the shower." It seems to Sebastian that he is simply unable to hold information, that he hears something, thinks about it, and the moment the topic changes, it's gone. "Andy wants to see you soon," he says, to see if he's right.

"Who?"

Sebastian looks down and sighs.

The sigh makes Remington uneasy. Has he said something out of line? He can't even remember what he's said. "Who are you?" He asks, because he genuinely doesn't know anymore.

"I'm your brother."

"But I don't-I don't have a brother."

"Yes, you do. You have two. Me and Emerson."

Remington shakes his head. "I don't know an Emerson," he says. "I don't know you. Where am I?" His eyes begin darting around the room frantically. He's unsettled and completely confused. That, Sebastian knows.

"You're in hospital," he says, trying to remain calm despite the horror of this situation. "You fell, you banged your head, and you're in hospital. I'm Sebastian, your big brother, and you're in hospital."

This time, Remington says nothing. In this room, with this... this stranger, there isn't anything he can say.

Sebastian wants to cry.

A doctor comes in and says she's here to check his vitals are fine. Her presence makes Remington agitated. Why is she here? Where is here? He sits up and tries to push her away. "Who are you?" He asks suddenly. Then he looks at Sebastian and says, "I don't know who you are."

"I'm doctor Sanchez," she tells him. "I'm just making sure everything's okay."

Remington's eyes become saucers. "Why?" His voice is loud. "Why am I here? What're you-what're you doing? Who are you? Who are you?" She goes to adjust the IV in his arm and he shoves her back. "Don't touch me," he says sharply. "I don't know who you are. I don't... What's going on? Who's he? Why am I here? Why..."

It's a difficult task to not cry at the unravelling scene. Sebastian wants to assure his brother that it's okay, but he can't. No one can.

Dr Sanchez steps back from the bed and writes something down.

Remington seems to calm down. He closes his eyes and takes a breath. But then the woman moves and his eyes shoot open again. "Get away," he demands, "get away, I don't know you. Get away."

"I here to help you," she says.

He shakes his head and his eyes fix on a wet-eyed Sebastian. "Help for what? I don't need help! There's nothing wrong! Who is he? Who is he? Who are you? I don't know you. I don't know either of you." Remington is breathing heavily. "What's going on? What's happening? Someone tell me-someone tell me what's happening. Who are you? Why am I here? What's going on? Who are you?"

He begins rocking.

Sebastian opens the door and leaves. He can't see anymore.

"Get back!" He hears his brother shout from inside. "What's happening? Get back! Get away! I don't know you! I don't know you! I don't know you! Go away! Don't touch me! Don't! Leave me alone! Please..."

Then Sebastian hears nothing. The doctor returns from the room. She explains that she injected him with sedatives to calm him. Sebastian just cries.