Do I need to say it at this point?? Trigger warning!

There is already a small group of people waiting for the show at not even midday, when the boys arrive at the venue to set everything up. They briefly say hi, and then disappear inside with their instruments and stage clothes.

Remington feels weird today. He isn't sure why exactly. Maybe the lack of food in his body, or the fact he misses Andy, or both put together. Whetever it is, he just feels off. He follows his band mates in and they get to work setting everything up. He has to keep tugging his trousers up because his hips are too thin to hold them in place anymore. That can't be a good sign. It's weird that he's losing weight. He never intended on it hapening. It's no secret that he's always been on the skinny side of healthy. When he started working out he felt so much better about himself, but now that he's losing weight, all that progress seems ot be slipping away. He's just skin and bone, now, and he doesn't like it. He wants his muscles back. He want himself back.

"Check, check," he says into the microphone, so the sound engineers can make sure everything is working. "Checkity-check, I dream of deathity-death." People laugh when he says this. So does he. "Yep, sounds good to me," he informs the engineers, "is it sounding good to you?" He gets a nod and a thumbs up, and steps away from the microphone. "I'm going to say hello to the people out there," he shouts, pointing at the door.

"Okay," Sebastian calls back, and gets on with setting up his guitar.

Remington doesn't go out to say hello to anyone. He really was going to, but gets as far as the dressing room and suddenly feels really dizzy, and so makes himself sit down and drink some water, thinking this will pass, that it's just nerves. But that's strange. He doesn't get nerves. Something feels wrong. He waits a few minutes, until he feels a bit more stable, and stands up, but everything goes fuzzy and his head seems to be full with fog and he promptly sits back down, groaning, and grabbing his head in his hands. This is definitely not nerves. He's never felt like this before. But then again, he's never not eaten like this before.

A few more minutes pass and he feels like he might be okay, so he gets to his feet, stumbles, and walks carefully to the door, telling himself over and over that this is nothing to worry about. He just had a dizzy spell. That's all. Nothing to worry about.

Pull yourself together, Remington, you're fine!

But is he? Is he really as fine as he thinks he is? What if he isn't? He doesn't think that far ahead. All he knows is that he's being stupid, overreacting. It's pointless. Nothing bad is going to happen. Everything is fine. Really, it is.

He opens the door. See; fine. What was all the fuss about? He can't remember. He walks slowly and his legs won't let him go any faster. Huh. Weird. He steps outside, where there are cars and people and he's fine.

Serously, what the fuck was all that fuss about?

People waiting in line see him. They wave, take pictures. He smiles. Because he's fine. "Hello!" He says, cheerful. Because he's fine. They shout stuff back. "Thankyou for coming! I'll see you later," he says, smiles, amd  turns to go back inside. But everything goes blurry again. He tries to hide it. He knows they're all looking at him. He suddenly can't see straight.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Remington?

There are colours and noises but nothing makes sense. He thinks he's holding his head but he doesn't really know.

Calm down!

"Is he okay?" Someone asks her friend, "is he going to faint?"

The other girl shrugs. "He doesn't look okay. Should we call for help? What he if bangs his head? Remington? Remington, are you okay?"

He doesn't hear what she's saying. It's like he's underwater.

"Shit. Remington! Help!"

Poeple are made alert as she shouts for help, crowding around the singer, wondering whether they should catch him if he collapses or not. Is that out of bounds? They don't know him, not really. Is it wrong to catch him if he falls?

Remington puts his arm out, finds the wall with his hand, tries to steady himself. He's fine. Really, he's fine. He leans heavily against the wall. It's hard to breathe. What the fuck is going on?

Stop being such a baby!

The door opens. It's Austin. He drops his things when he sees Remington and puts an arm around him to keep him stable. "Sebastian!" He yells into the venue, "Sebastian! Emerson! Help!" The two brothers come rushing out.

Sebastian gets his arms around Remington and tries to get him inside, to a chair, but the boy can't walk, so the guitarist brings him down to the ground with him. "What the fuck happened?" He asks Austin, who shakes his head.

"I don't know. I just came out to check who was here for VIP and he was about to collapse."

A girl in the line puts her hand up. "He was talking to us and suddenly went really dizzy or something." She's nearly in tears. Eveyrone in the line is. They just watched their idol basically collapse right in front of them.

Emerson is on the phone, no doubt calling an ambulance. He strokes Remington's hair and tries to work out why this happened. Sebastian is horrified that their fans witnessed that. Why didn't Remington say he wasn't feeling well? Something isn't right.

Remington is unconscious now.

A member of security joins them, asks what's happened, whether they've called for an ambulance or not. He keeps the crowd of fans back since they're all edging nearer, desperate to know what's going on.

Soon the ambulance arrives. Paramedics take Remington from his brothers and get him safely in the vehicle. Emerson and Sebastian jump in and they're driving off before they can say anything to anyone.

"He's not been eating." Emerson says out of the blue. It's the first time it's occured to him.

"What?"

"Think about it. We both offered him food yesterday. He said no to both of us. He said he'd already eaten, but that didn't make sense becaus we'd been with him the whole day and he hadn't eaten. He's not been eating, Sebastian, and we didn't even ask him about it. Oh god!" He holds Remington's hand. It's cold, bony.

Sebastian looks at his little brother inconscious in the back of an ambulance. Why does this keep happening? Why does Remington keep ending up in hospital? "Bloody hell," he mumbles. It makes complete sense. That's why he's been so tired recently, too. And he looks so grey and lifeless. "He's going to be fine," he says, trying to sound confident. "Everything is going to be fine."