Trigger warning! I'm sorry to be playing with your emotions like this.

In the hospital waiting room, Sebastian paces as he talks to Emerson on the phone. "He fell asleep," the man says, glancing at Remington, lying across three chairs with his head on Sebastian's folded up jacket.

"Is Andy okay?" Emerson asks, agitated.

"I don't know. We haven't heard anything apart from that he cut a vein and overdosed. They won't let us see him. If Rem wakes up and we still can't see Andy he might have a heart attack, Em. He was freaking out."

The drummer is in the car with Shy, annoyed that the one day they decide to take a day trip, something like this happens. "He cut a vein?"

"Mhm."

"I didn't even know he self harmed."

Sebastian sighs. "Me neither. He sounded really broken when I was talking to him earlier. Oh, and Remington fractured his ankle."

"What?"

"Yeah, him and Andy had an argument or something and he managed to fracture his ankle on the way to my house. He's been given crutches and does not like them at all."

"How long have you been there?"

"Three hours and a bit. I tried to get him to go home and eat but he started crying until he gave himself a panic attack. Where are you?" He looks at Remington again.

Emerson rubs his temples. "About half an hour from the hospital."

"Okay. I think he's waking up. See you soon." The guitarist hangs up and sits back down by Remington's head, stroking the boy's hair until he opens his eyes, rubs them, and groans. "Hi, bub," he smiles, trying to ease his mind.

Remington sits up. "Can we see him?" Is the first thing he asks.

"Not yet."

The boy's face falls. "What if he's..."

Sebastian rubs his arm. "He won't be, bub. He'll be okay."

"How do you know? He-he-he wanted to die, Sebby, he wanted to die, and I didn't-I didn't know. This is my fault!" He holds his head in his hands. "He's dead and it's my fault."

The older shakes his head, willing himself to stay calm for Remington. "He's not dead and this is not your fault."

Remington's crying and Sebastian knows he is. "If he's dead then I-I need to be dead, too."

"He's gonna be okay."

"What if he isn't, Sebastian? What if we go in and he's-he's lying there in that stupid white bed and he's just-he's just...dead?" Slowly, he lifts his head up, looks at Sebastian hopelessly, and throws his arms around the man's shoulders. "He can't be dead! I need him! I need him to be alive, Sebastian, he can't be dead! He can't!"

The boy sobbing into him like there's no tomorrow, Sebastian rubs his back. "Shh, it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay," he whispers.

Trembling and sobbing, Remington grips his brother, not knowing what to say or do or think. His husband, his soulmate, is lying in some random bed, unconscious and probably dead, and Remington can't even see him.

When Emerson turns up he walks into the room to the heart breaking sight of both his brothers in tears, hugging like they never had that stupid fight about that stupid band. None of that matters when Remington's saviour might be dead. "Still nothing?" The drummer asks gently, sitting next to the younger of the two.

Remington lifts his head, shaking it, and wipes his eyes messily. "I need him," he mumbles through tears, "and he might never come back." He falls into Emerson before the man has time to take his jacket off.

Emerson looks at Sebastian sympathetically as he wraps Remington in his arms. "He's a fighter. He'll be okay."

"He cut a vein, Emerson!"

"Shh."

"He cut a vein and he-he over dosed and he's-he's dead! He's dead!"

"You don't know that," Emerson soothes, "listen to me, Remington, you don't know that. Have faith in him. You have to have faith."

"You don't think I'm trying?" He pulls back from the hug, wipes his eyes again, and stands up. "I'm getting a drink," the boy mumbles, pointing half-heartedly to the vending machine.

The two watch him push coins into the slot and press a random button. They glance at one another and Sebastian shakes his head, as though saying 'he won't be okay without Andy.'

Remington sits back down with a cardboard cup of coffee, watching the clock on the wall ticking through the long, tortorous seconds, each one making it seem like Andy is further away from him. He sips the drink even though it's too hot and it burns his mouth but he doesn't care. This isn't how it's supposed to be. This isn't the end of Andy. It can't be. How is he meant to live without Andy? There's no way he can do that.

He feels sick and tired and hopeless, no matter how much he tries to tell himself that Andy will be okay. All he can think about is what the hell would happen if Andy isn't okay. Remington knows he'll die without Andy. "I forgive you," he says abruptly, and his brothers look at him, confused. "For joining that band. I forgive you. Because I need you and I hate fighting with you. It never happened, okay?"

Sebastian smiles softly. "It never happened," he agrees, and Emerson nods.

"If he isn't okay, you know I'm gonna...right?"

"I know," the oldest of the three responds, "I know."

Remington sniffles. "What did he say on the phone?"

"He said he loves you and he's sorry, and he wants you to carry on living."

The boy rubs his eyes and yawns, not saying anything else. He doesn't know what to say.

When a doctor approaches, the men look up, anxious, waiting for him to say something. Anything. They're asked if it's Andy Biersack that they're here for. They nod, say they are, and the doctor says, "okay," like he's preparing to say something heart breaking. "You can go and see him," the doctor says, "he's unconscious and it's not looking like he's going to wake up."

Remington's eyes are wide with sadness. "He's dead?" The question is quiet, scared.

"Not yet."

It feels like his heart is being torn right out of his chest. "Is he gonna die?"

"Go and say goodbye."

Remington looks at his big brother and then back down at the floor. "Okay," he whispers, and follows the doctor down the hall, struggling with the crutches, and into a room, machines beeping, and in the bed, Andy, who seems too pale and too still. "Oh my God," Remington cries, falling down beside the bed and sobbing into the sheets. "Wake up," he begs, gripping his husband's hand. "Please! Wake up! I need you! I need you, you can't leave me! You can't leave me. You can't..."

Sebastian and Emerson stand there and watch their brother, terrified. If Andy doesn't wake up then they're gonna lose Remington. Their lives will fall apart.