Triggery trigger warning.

Remington lies in the hospital bed almost angrily, tube taped to his face, body drowning in the blue gown like a child in the deep end of a swimming pool. He glares at Andy and thinks about how he got here.

It was lunch time. He was making a fuss about what Andy had made and the man couldn't not mention how he had noticed that Remington seems to be losing weight again. "I'm worried," he had said, "I don't want you to collapse again."

The boy frowned like he couldn't understand why his lover would be so worried. "I'm not gonna collapse," he insisted, even though he felt dizzy and didn't want to admit it.

"Sweetie, don't lie to me," Andy said gently, "please just eat something."

"I'm not lying, and I said I'm not hungry." He crossed his arms. "I'll just have water."

"I'm not gonna let you just have water all day. You know it doesn't work like that."

"Why not?" Remington asked in a snappy tone, trying to dismiss Andy's concern.

Andy sighed and shook his head. "Because I care about you and I need you to be healthy and if you're not eating then you're not healthy."

The younger didn't like that answer. He didn't like how Andy was implying that the only way he'd ever be 'healthy' is if he eats. That's not true, right? "You're not a goddamn doctor, what do you know?"

All Andy could do was keep trying to persuade his husband to have lunch. He didn't know what else he could do. "I know that you need to eat, Remington. You know that you need to eat."

"No I don't," Remington argued, "stop banging on about it."

"I'm not banging on about it, I'm-"

"I don't care. Fucking shut up. I'm not eating anything. Deal with it."

"Remington, come on," Andy pleaded, and Remington stood up loudly.

"No! Piss off!" He shouted, steadying himself with a hand gripping the back of the chair.

Andy was more than just worried. He was scared. Scared that Remington would actually starve himself straight into the arms of death. "Sit down, sweetheart," he tried, "before you faint."

Remington shook his head quickly and it felt like he was floating and sinking all at the same time. "No I'm not," he had lied, "I'm fine." After that he stormed off out of the room, failing to mention how he couldn't see straight because he didn't want to admit how close he actually was to fainting. The older followed him, caught up to him, and Remington span around to glare at Andy. "Go away!" He demanded, held a hand to the side of his head.

"Sit down," Andy repeated, watching his husband's every move.

"No thankyou. I don't take orders from idiots."

Andy sighed. "If you're tying to upset me, it's working. For the love of God, sit down."

Remington rolled his eyes. "No!" He pushed his hand harder into his temple.

"Remington..." It was a tough situation. Sure, he's seen Remington collapse before. He's seen him malnourished and starved and bleeding, but seeing him like this after he had been doing so well with recovery made it so much worse. "At least let me-woah there!" He cut himself off, catching Remington and lowering his unconscious body carefully to the floor, pulling the boy's phone from his pocket and dialing for an ambulance.

And so here he is now, in a hotel room with Remington. The boy is refusing to talk to him and just fiddles with the feeding tube, upset that he ended up here again. Another relapse. How many does he have to have before they give up on him and put him to sleep? One more? Two more? Six? Eight? None?

Sebastian comes into the room, smiles at Andy sympathetically. He was called by the man as soon as they got to the hospital. "Hey bub," the guitarist says, sitting in the chair next to Andy.

Remington just glares at him.

"Nice to see you, too."

"Piss off. He pissed me off," Remington explains simply, jabbing a finger towards Andy.

"What'd he do?"

The boy shrugs. "Existed?"

Andy raises an eyebrow and Sebastian looks at him, aware that Remington is just in a foul mood because he's back here. "I brought you a book," he says, "since you're gonna be here for a few days." He knows it's more than a few days. He's going to be here for a few weeks, but Sebastian isn't about to dampen his mood further by saying that.

"I don't want it," Remington mumbles, "can't you two just fuck off?"

"No," Andy cuts in, "you really think I'm gonna leave you alone in a hospital room after you just collapsed?"

"Well I wish you would. Maybe then I could die in peace."

"You're not gonna die."

Remington pulls the covers up. "I will if I do it myself."

"That's why I'm not leaving."

"Sebastian, tell him to go."

The older brother shakes his head. "No, sorry bub, He's right. You shouldn't be alone."

Remington doesn't bother responding. He picks up his phone from by the bed and makes it clear that he isn't in a chit-chatty mood, though does text his husband.

Pls don't go. I'm pissed off at u but don't go bcos I will try something.

When he gets the notification, Andy doesn't even look up at the boy, knowing he won't want Sebastian knowing about it.

I'm not going anywhere. You're safe. I love you x

The three of them sat in the room for most of the day, Andy and Sebastian talking about bands they like and anything else that came to mind just so the room isn't quiet because that would only make Remington feel more uneasy about being in hospital. Sebastian goes home in the evening after saying he'll be hack with Emerson tomorrow, and Andy stays. He sits quietly, smiling when he gets another text from Remington.

Take a picture of me for Instagram?

Andy stands up and takes Remington's phone, taking three photographs and handing the device back. He doesn't try and talk to the boy. He knows Remington won't talk back. It's not the talking that is important right now. It's the being here despite the argument. The comfort of Remington knowing there's someone there no matter what.

Remington Leith: Back at the hospital after anorexia fucked shit up again. Photo credit to @andyblack (I love you even tho I'm mad rn)

Andy Black: My poor angel @remingtonleith in a hospital bed again. Damn you, anorexia. I'm gonna fuck you up. Flood my baby with love and memes (none abt me though bcos apparently he's mad rn)