Alright, quick thing before I start this chapter:
Some confession account posted a confession earlier about fanfics and basically said fanfics are creepy and gross and the writers are creepy and gross so um yeah I promise I'm none of those things. I'm judgy but I'm not gross of disgusting, so like? No. Anyway, like I have said before, I will not be offended AT ALL if you find something I write upsetting of offensive or anything. I promise! Just let me know if you want me to change something or take anything out and I promise I'll do my best to do that. I dunno man, cofession pages are fucking drama circulating, hateful things.
Anywho, trigger warning.

For ten minutes, Emerson and Sebastian basically watch Remington sob into Andy as he begs the man to wake up, looking across at eachother with tears in their eyes. Remington's hungry and tired and his ankle hurts but he doesn't care, because Andy is unconscious and apparently won't wake up. And that fucking hurts.

He's too worn out to fight when his brothers pick him up and sit him in Sebastian's car and ends up falling asleep while the guitarist is driving them back to his place.

When Remington wakes up he's lying on the bed in Sebastian's spare room, a glass of water by the bed. He sits up, rubs his eyes, and picks up the glass, jumping when someone knocks on the almost-closed door. "What?" The boy asks, snappy and trying not to break completely. The persn who opens the door gives him a careful smile, and Remington looks down. "He can't die," he mumbles, putting the glass down.

Closing the door behind her, Abigail approaches, sitting on the end of the bed. "It's gonna be okay," she says, and for some reason, hearing it from her is much more reassuring than from his brothers.

"What're you doing here?"

"Sebastian called. He told me what happened. I thought you might need to talk to me. If you don't, that's okay, but I'm here if you do." She's using that voice that makes Remington feel like there might be hope, and he almost attempts to smile.

The boy picks up and cushion. "I don't know what to say. Andy is probably dead and I didn't even know he was suicidal. How am I meant to deal with that?"

Abigail knows that when he's holding a cushion to his chest it's because he's in need of a hug. "You don't have to say anything. That's okay. I just want you to know that I'm here, okay. I'm always here."

"That's what he said and now he's gone." Remington wipes his eyes. "Did I do something wrong because everything keeps going wrong?"

The woman shakes her head. "You don't deserve any of this, Remington. Can I tell you something?"

Remington just shrugs. "Okay."

"Two days before you came for your first session with me I was getting ready to give up on therapy."

"Why?"

Abigail looks at the art hung on the wall, relieved that Remington is managing to talk and listen and think. There was a part of her that thought that maybe he'd just give up completely and just wither away. "I didn't think I was helping anyone. I thought I was bad at it."

The singer holds the cushion so it's covering half of his face, only showing his eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah. I was ready to sign the paperwork and quit."

"Why didn't you?"

She smiles. "Because I met you."

Remington closes his eyes. "What?"

"That first session I had with you, Remington, made me realise that you needed someone to talk to. I wanted to be that person. I wanted to help you. I decided to wait, to quit a few weeks later. I nver did, of course, because I got to know you and I saw how you needed the sessions with me and I realised that I was helping."

"You help a lot," Remington tells her, "'cause everytime I think I have no one you're there, and you know what to say and you always help."

"It means a lot to me. See, Remington, you saved my career. Meeting you saved my career."

Remington wants to ask her for a hug but thinks it makes him sound weak. "I hope you never quit," he says, "'cause I need you."

"I hope so, too."

Eyes still closed, Remington sniffles, plays with his rings. "Do you think he'll be okay?"

"I think that you need to have hope."

"What if he isn't okay?"

"Then you have your brothers and you have me and you're gonna get through it, because that's what you do. You get through it. I know you're strong, Remington, and you're scared. And it's okay to be scared. But that doesn't mean you're weak, because you're not."

Remington looks at her. "I feel weak."

"I know, and that's okay."

She looks so safe, Remington thinks. "Can you give me a hug?" He asks finally, "just 'cause your hugs make me feel better."

The woman stands up and sits back down next to him. "Course I can," she soothes, letting him settle in her arms. "I'm here for you, okay? Today, tomorrow, in ten years. I am here."

Since he's feeling so hopeless and anxious, Remington finds it so incredibly comforting to be in his therapists arms. She's here. He needed to hear that. "I know."

"And if-if- Andy doesn't wake up, and you need someone to take care of you, you know you can always come to me, okay? I promise I will always be right here for you. No questions asked."

"Okay."

"Why don't you go back to sleep? You must be exhausted."

Remington makes the most of her embrace, curling into her and closing his eyes. "Will you stay here until I wake up? Please?"

"Of course. I'm right here with you." She's stroking his hair now, knowing that she's more than just a therapist to him. She's a close friend and he needs her.

After Remington has drifted off Sebastian comes in, sending Abigail a smile. "How's he doing?" The man asks in a whisper.

"He could be doing a lot worse considering. I'm gonna stay with him while he's like this, okay? He needs to not be on his own."

Sebastian nods. "Thank you. You're a gem. I'll let you know if I hear anything from the hospital. Do you want coffee or something?"

Abigail accepts a cup of coffee from the guitarist, thanking him when he carefully and quietly puts it down on the table by the bed.

More than an hour passes before Remington wakes, rubbing his eyes and sitting up to stretch. He yawns and sends Abigail a grateful half-smile. "Thanks," he says, "for staying. I don't wanna be on my own."

"I'm not going anywhere. How're you feeling?"

"I don't know. Scared, mostly. He can't die. He can't."

The therapist hums. She understands. That's one thing Remington loves about her. He can tell her this stuff and she understands. "Do you think you can have something to eat?"

Remington groans loudly. "I'm happy to starve," he says bitterly.

"Just something small, so you don't pass out. Apparently you haven't eaten today."

"Okay, fine. But I'm not leaving this bed unless it's to see Andy."

Abigail stands up, picking up the empty coffee mug. "I'll get you something."

"Thanks," Remington mumbles, "no cheese or I will actually have a breakdown."

When Abigail goes downstairs, Sebastian is in the kithen, sitting over a newspaper from yesterday. "Hey," she greets, "is there something Remington can eat?"

Sebastian can't express how relieved he is for how much Abigail is doing for them. Sitting and looking at his brother so broken was destroying him. "Yeah, there's stuff in the fridge. Just help yourself. Is he okay?"

Opening the fridge, Abigail looks for something he'll manage to eat. "I've seen him worse," she responds, "which is kinda strange. But he might just be pretending to be doing better than he really is. Either way I don't wanna leaving him on his own for too long. Have you heard anything from the hospital?"

The man shakes his head. "Nope. Nothing. God, poor Remington. Poor Andy. They don't deserve this at all. They're such good people and now I might lose them both."

"Have hope, Sebastian. You have to. And I'm not gonna let you lose Remington if Andy doesn't make it. I promise you. I'm gonna look after him, okay? Let me do that for you."

"He will make it, won't he? Andy, he'll wake up, right? He has to."

Abigail finds a bowl of left over rice. "I really fucking hope so. Look, Sebastian, I know I'm not your family. Really all I am is your brother's therapist. But if you lose Andy and you need someone, I am here. Not as a therapist, but as a friend. I love Remington, I really do. He's like family to me. If there's anything I can do for you, let me know, okay?" She tips a few drops of soy sauce into the rice and puts a few cherry tomatoes in the bowl with a fork. "I know that right now it feels impossible, and I know your brothers are relying on you, so if you need anything, I am here. For you, for Remington, for Emerson. Okay?"

Sebastian is so relieved he could cry. "Thank you so much," he breathes, "I really appreciate that."

In the bedroom Remington is lying on his back and watching non-existant shadows on the ceiling, sitting up when Abigail returns. "What is it?" He asks, eyeing the bowl in her hand.

"Rice with soy sauce and a few tomatoes. That okay?"

Remington nods and takes the food. "Thanks."

Abigail sits on the bed and avoids looking at Remington. "You're being so brave, Remington, you know that?"

"I am?"

"Yeah, you are. You're not giving up. You're talking and you're eating and you should be proud of yourself."

"I wanna give up," Remington says.

The woman hums. "I know, but you're not. And that's brave and strong."

The door bursts open and Remington waits for Sebastian to catch his breath and tell them what's going on.

"The hospital called," Sebastian begins, and Remington feels his heart in his throat.