Basically a cute chapter for you :)

Remington Leith: Guess who's in the hospital again? That's right, I am! Little tip - don't have a heart attack, it fucking hurts. I'm okay now, spending a week or so in hospital. Bored out of my mind.

Palaye Royale: Yesterday our beloved @remingtonleith had a heart attack. He's safe in hospital now. Send him all your love for a speedy recovery.

The morning after the heart attack, Abigail comes to see Remington in hospital, talking him through how recovery will change, assuring him that everything will be okay. After she leaves, Remington sits in the bed watching the television mounted on the wall, on his own since Andy went to the studio to finish off the album that's almost done. He didn't want to go, but Remington wouldn't let him lose valuable time with his band, specially if it's one of the last days he'll have with them.

Andy arrives back at the hospital in the early evening with an over-fluffy plushie that he bought for Remington. He sits on the bed and gives it to the boy. "It reminded me of you," he says, "because it's so soft and pretty. And last night you were hugging my arm so I thought you might like something soft to cuddle."

Remington smiles, stroking the plushie slowly. "I'm not a baby," he whines, and then hugs it to his chest. "But I will be cuddling this for the rest of my life. It's very soft."

"You are a baby. You're my baby. How've you been doing today? Anything exciting to tell me?"

"Well...I went to the toilet. That's the most exciting thing I can think of." He continues stroking the soft toy.

"Wow. Clever you!"

"Shut up. I wish there were board games here. I'd kill for a game of Monopoly with you right now."

Standing up to take his jacket off, Andy hums. "Last time we played Monopoly you gave up half an hour in, remember?"

"Me and Harley will win this time."

"Who's Harley?"

Remington holds up the plushie with a grin.

"Ah, I see. You named it. Well, I think you and Harley will still lose because I am the Monopoly master."

"Bullshit."

Andy chuckles, hanging his coat on the back of the chair and sitting back on the bed. "I'm glad you're feeling okay. I've been worried all day."

The younger kisses the cuddly toy. "I was worried 'bout you, too."

"You were?"

"Mhm. 'Couse you've been so stressed. Are you okay?"

Andy smiles. "I'm alright, kitty. I feel better than I did."

"Good."

"How was your talk with Abigail this morning?"

"Pretty good. She said I'll have to follow a meal plan and tell her every time I don't eat what's on there."

"That sounds good, huh?"

Remington nods.

"You're gonna get it under control. I believe in you."

"Hopefully. I don't want another heart attack. It hurt."

"I know. I'm so sorry you had to experience that alone. We're so lucky the other guests heard you when they did."

Remington sighs. "I could've died in there," he realises, "if I hadn't have screamed."

"You could have. And it would have been the worst thing to ever happen."

"So basically, now I should scream all the time and then I'll never die."

Andy can't help but to roll his eyes. "Yeah, you might kill my ear drums, though." He pats Harley. "So, you wanna play Monopoly?"

Remington raises an eyebrow. "We don't have it here."

"Oh, we do. I brought one with me."

"You're actually a legend."

"I know. Lemme get it. We can put it on that table thing," he says, pointing to the table that's on a hinge so it an be used from the bed.

"Bagsy the iron."

They play Monopoly for a good two hours, taking a break when Remington's doctor comes in to check how he's doing.

Remington starts stealing money from the bank and the two find it hysterical how they can never get through a whole game without cheating. Andy ends up winning, which is no surprise, and Remington playfully throws a stack of 20s on the floor, watching Andy crawl around collecting them while stroking Harley, finding a strange amount of comfort in the plushie, perhaps because it's something Andy got for him and it reminds him of hugging Andy, which is the greatest comfort he's ever known.

The doctor reminds Remington that he should go to sleep fairly early, and at ten pm, he settles down, the cuddly toy held to his chest. Andy goes home for the night, sleeping in their bed and making himself a fried breakfast in the morning because he feels he deserves it. He talks to Abigail on the phone while having breakfast about how Remington's current situation will alter his mental state, learning that he'll most likely be even more fragile and prone to crying at small things. Abigail tells Andy to just be gentle with him and give him constant reminders that he's loved and that everything will be okay. It's a scary time, specially for someone with such a delicate mental state as it is.

Sebastian goes to see Remington while Andy is in the studio. The two brothers sit side by side on the bed and colour in an adult colouring book for a while, talking quietly about things that don't matter. The guitarist stays until Andy arrives in the early evening, hugging his brother before going home.

"It's been a long day," Andy says, sitting on the bed and taking Remington's hand. "I was stuck in traffic for an hour on the way in to the studio. Turns out there has been a crash at the roundabout. They were all talking about America again and I don't have it in me to tell them that it's upsetting to hear it all the time."

Remington plays with Andy's fingers. "You know, you are allowed to go."

The man shakes his head. "I'm not gonna leave you here."

"What if I came?"

"Honey, you know that's not gonna be healthy for you. And you'd be so far away from your brothers and from Abigail. I can't do that to you."

Remington sighs. "I just-I feel bad. Like it's my fault you're losing your band."

"It's not your fault, kitty. Don't think that. I love the band and I always will, but I love you more and I'm not willing to leave you for it, okay? It's just not gonna happen." He kisses the younger's knuckles, noticing how Harley is in he boy's free hand and smiling. "I'll work on Andy Black. I've been meaning to write a third album for that for a while anyway. Now I can put all my time into that. It'll be good."

"Are you sure you're not just saying that, though? Pease don't give up your dreams for me, Andy. I'm not worth it."

"My dreams are to play music to people who love it and I can do that with Andy Black, sweetheart. And, like I keep saying, you will always be more important to me than my band. Always."

Quiet, Remington looks up at Andy, at his familiar features, and pulls his hand from the man's to touch his cheek gently. "I just don't want you to be sad," he whispers.

Andy smiles. "I know. And I don't want you to be sad, either. And d'you wanna know something? I will always be happier with you than I could ever be if I gave you up for my band, okay? Because you're my favourite person and you make me happy, and that's not gonna change."

"You're my favourite person, too," Remington gushes, "I love you even more than Harley."

The man chuckles. "Wow, I must be special," he teases, stroking the plushie, fingers grazing over his husband's.

"Yep, special. Oh, guess what I get to do tonight?"

"What's that?"

"Change this gown for another one that's exactly the same!"

Andy laughs. "Sounds exciting," he jokes, stealing Harley from Remington, who whines and tries to get it back.

"No, Andy." The boy reaches for Andy's hand, leaning over the man and complaining when he can't reach the plushie, giving up and sitting back with a huff, arms folded. "Stop being tall."

"You're literally like half an inch shorter than me."

"Give her back," Remington begs, pulling on Andy's arm. "Andy." He rubs his eyes. "I'll cry."

Andy smiles, handing the toy back and ruffling his lover's hair and realising that they still haven't heard anything about Kacey.