Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood, general sad shit

Just for clarification, some of this is not medically correct. It's for the AU, I'm sure you all understand :)

Also I'm v excited about this story, I feel like it could be really good??

Emerson is shaking when he's shown into the room where his brother is.

He hesitates before stepping in. Remington's eyes snap up to meet him and Emerson realises how completely confused he is. He sits down and presses a smile.

"Who are you?" Remington asks.

Already, Emerson wants to cry. "I'm your brother," he says, "Emerson."

"I have a brother," the singer mumbles, "okay."

"You have two brothers. I'm the youngest."

"Okay," Remington whispers, returning his gaze to his hands and the IV in his arm. "What's your name?"

The question is a hard one to hear. For his own brother, his best friend, to have no idea who he is..."It's Emerson," the drummer says, trying not to communicate his heartbreak.

"Emerson," Remington repeats. He sounds unsettled and wildly shaken. "And you're my-my little brother?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

Emerson wants to hug him but knows he can't. "How's your head?" He asks instead.

Looking back at him, Remington frowns. "My-my head?" He touches a hand to his temple.

"You hurt your head."

"I did?"

"In the shower," the younger explains, "you slipped over. Blood everywhere, apparently. That's what Andy keeps saying. I think he's traumatised."

The name only makes Remington more confused. He doesn't know an Andy.

"We thought you were dead. Andy said you were so pale, like paper."

"When?"

"You slipped yesterday."

Remington nods slowly.

A lump is in Emerson's throat. "What do you remember?" He asks. A risky question.

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

Now, Remington looks down again. He yawns and rubs his eyes. "Who's Andy?"

Answering isn't easy for Emerson. He knows, once he leaves this room, he's going to have to break the news to everyone else - Remington remembers nothing. "Your husband," he says, almost scared of how the singer will respond.

Remington's eyes flick up towards his brother in shock. "Hus-husband? I-me-husband?"

"You've been married for two years. He loves you a lot."

"I'm-I'm gay?"

"Yeah."

He puts his head in his hands.

"Do you know where you are?"

"The...uh..."

Emerson feels his heart sinking further into his shoes. "You're in hospital, Remington. D'you know what that is?"

"Am I-am I s'posed to know what it is?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I'm sorry, who are you?" He sounds too serious, too confused, for Emerson to deal with. It's not right, not fair. One stupid accident, and everything has been completely uprooted.

The man stands up and presses another smile before leaving the room. When he returns to the waiting room, after standing in the corridor trying to calm down, Sebastian jumps to his feet in anticipation.

Emerson closes his eyes and shakes head. "I don't think you wanna go in there," he says quietly.

"What happened?"

The younger shakes his head again and sits down. "He doesn't remember anything."

"He must remember some-"

"No," Emerson cuts in, "he doesn't remember anything. He doesn't remember me, or you," he looks at Sebastian. "He doesn't know where he is or why he's there, doesn't remember that he hit his head, and..." He sighs heavily. "He doesn't remember being gay and didn't even know what a hospital is. He remembers nothing."

"Fuck," Sebastian whispers. He sits back down beside his brother. "For real?"

"Why would I make this up? He's fucked, Seb. Fucking fucked, I'm telling you."

"What're we gonna do?" It's a rhetorical question, because there is no answer. They can't magically fix it now. "We should find Andy," he says now. The man walked out and didn't come back since the conversation with the doctor.

Emerson nods and stays quiet. He doesn't lift his head from his hands.

In the hospital room, Remington lies in bed, completely and utterly confused. He knows he's here for a reason and yet doesn't know what the fuck that reason is. And who the bloody hell was that man who was in here? He had the strangest clothes.

Remington wants to go home. Only, he doesn't know where home is, doesn't know if he lives with someone, if he has a job he's supposed to be getting back to. It's like his subconscious knows there are things he should be thinking about, and yet he can't get a grasp on any of it.

That man (who the fuck was he?) told Remington why he was here. He explained it, Remington knows that much. But the content of the explanation... It's gone. He has no clue. And why is there a needle in his arm? Who put that there? What does it do, he wonders, and hates that he has no idea, not in the slightest.

Sebastian finds Andy at his and Remington's place, obsessively scrubbing blood from the shower. He makes him stop by prying the cloth from his hands. "It's okay," he soothes, even though it isn't and he's yet to break the terrible news to him.

Andy looks at him. His eyes are red.

"Come and sit down," Sebastian suggests. "I'll make tea, we can talk, okay?"

"Have you seen him?"

"No. Emerson has." He knows Andy is waiting for him to continue. "Have tea first," he says, trying to procrastinate what he knows Andy has to find out eventually.

The man nods unsurely and gets off the bathroom floor. "Okay," he agrees.

Sebastian tries to distract Andy from the reality of the situation while they sit in the living room. He knows it's difficult for him to deal with - he literally walked in on his husband of two years passed out and bleeding half to death. No one could just get over that.

And yet, that isn't even the worst of it.