Trigger warning.

"You drank a bottle of vodka," Remington says, trying to come to terms with it, "and drove down the motorway?"

Sebastian is so ashamed. "Yes," he responds, "I'm really sorry, bub, I-"

"Don't call me that," Remington interrupts, and looks away to avoid Sebastian's hurt expression. "That nickname made me feel safe with you, but then you shouted at me and you-you hurt me, and I don't feel safe with you anymore. I just came to make sure you were okay, and you are, so I'm going now. Come on, Andy."

The blue eyed man has no choice other than to go with Remington back to his little room, pulling the frame along with him. Remington says he needs the toilet, and Andy stands in the doorway of the little bathroom that's connected to the bedroom like he was told to do, to make sure Remington doesn't stick his fingers down his throat again. He looks the other way so Remington isn't uncomfortable and waits for him to wash his hands. "Okay?"

Remington sits on the bed. "No," is his answer, "Andy, not okay. I want to tear these tubes out and throw up everything they've fed me, but I can't." He pulls the covers over himself and sighs. "Do you think I'll be sent away again?" The question is so scared and shaky and he sinks down into the bed, exhausted and sad. Quite possibly the worst combination.

"I don't know," Andy admits, sitting beside his lover.

The boy puts his head in Andy's lap, desperate for love and safety that only Andy gives him. "I don't want to go away again."

Andy plays with his hair. The blonde is growing out and black roots are showing through. "I know, angel. You're gonna be okay. I know you are."

"Andy, what-what if I keep relapsing and I can't get better?" He's so hopeless and it breaks Andy inside.

"You're gonna be okay," he says again. He doesn't know what else to say.

The tired brown eyes close and Remington blindly searches for Andy's hand. "You're not gonna leave me, are you?"

Andy takes the boy's hand in his. "Every time you ask that I want to laugh because it's so ridiculous." His comment makes Remington smile sleepily, like he had hoped it would. The boy deserves to smile. "I'm staying right here, with you, okay?"

"Okay. Can you turn the telly on?"

Andy finds the television remote and flicks through the channels for something easy to watch. "Wanna know something?"

Remington looks up at him. He's feeling better now he's had a quiet moment with Andy. "What?"

"Your album is number two on the Billboard top 100."

The boy damn near screams at the news. "Really? Like-you're serious?"

"I am."

"So they don't-they don't want me to die?"

Andy kisses his hand. "No, sweetheart, they all love you. Everyone loves you."

"Who's number one?"

Andy smiles. "Black Veil Brides." (Not that this needs to be said, but obvs these results are made up for the story. don't come at me saying they're fake. I know they are!)

Smiling, too, Remington sits himself up beside Andy, head on the man's shoulder. "I can live with that. I am singing in-like-all the songs in the album, so technically I'm number one."

The older chuckles. "You really made that album a work of art."

Remington takes the remote from Andy's hand. "I wanna go home," he whines, like a child, and dramatically lies on top of Andy, because he's bored, tired, and overwhelmed with everything that's happened in 24 hours. He hasn't even began to think about what is going to happen to Sebastian. The man was drunk driving. That doesn't go unnoticed, specially not after causing an accident because of it.

"I know, princess, but we need to stay here for now." He rubs the boy's back, the pale blue hospital gown creasing under his hand.

Exhaling, Remington closes his eyes, listening to the television and the machines beeping. "Do you remember when we first met, on the Homecoming tour?"

Andy smiles. "Of course I do."

The skinny boy messes with the tube on his face, until Andy grabs his hand and holds it. "I was scared of you when I first saw you in person," he admits, and Andy laughs. "I didn't think you'd be so tall and I knew from pictures that your eyes are blue, but seeing them in person for the first time was like-holy fuck, you're gorgeous." He rolls onto his back next to his lover.

"I remember seeing you perform for the first time. It made me anxious for my show because you were so good. And hardly anyone in the crowd even knew who you were, but by your second song they all loved you. It was magical."

Remington is calm now. "I literally was in love with you from, like, the second day." He is gazing at Andy, and hums as the man rubs the palm of his hand. "I didn't even know I was gay and I was so fucking confused. Like why the fuck do I want to jump on this man and kiss him?" .

The words make Andy laugh. Remington closes his hand around his fingers. "You're so cute."

"Andy, what will happen to Sebastian?"

"I don't know, baby boy, don't worry about it. You just focus on getting better, okay?"

Remington sighs. "Will he-will he go to prison?" He tears up abruptly. No matter how upset he is at Sebastian for scaring him, he'll always love the man and he doesn't ever want anything bad to happen to him.

"I don't know."

Sitting up and stretching, the boy yawns, whining in annoyance at the stupid tube that he accidentally catches with his hand. "Stupid fucking disorder," he mumbles under his breath, and is grateful for Andy taking his hands to stop him pulling at the tube. "I feel so ugly," he admits, "and fat."

Andy kisses his hands. "You are beautiful. You always look beautiful."

Remington frowns. He doesn't believe that he's beautiful, specially not when he's like this, in a fucking hospital gown. "I hate this. I don't want to be here, in this." He pulls at the gown hanging off his shoulders. "I want to be normal, and happy, and I want to feel pretty, but I don't. I feel ugly and I hate it." He's wrapped in a hug and rubs his eyes.

"Listen to me, sweetheart, what you are going through is awful and it's okay to feel like this, okay, it's alright. You just keep fighting and you will beat this, because that's what you do. You fight through, like you did with Holly, and like you're doing now. You're a fighter and you will beat this. I know you will. "

"I want to see Sebby again. I need to tell him I'm not angry with him. I don't want him to think I'm angry with him." He pulls away from the hug and slides off the bed. "I love you."

Andy grabs the metal frame. "I love you, too, angel, everything's gonna be okay."

The room Sebastian is in is quiet, apart from the machines beeping, and Remington steps through in, thanking Andy for holding open the door. He sits in the blue chair and wonders where Emerson is. He probably went home for a few hours. He has lots of art to ship.

The boy looks at Sebastian, and then at Andy. "Sebby?"

"Yeah?"

Remington sighs. "I'm not angry with you. I just-you scared me when you-when you shouted." He hates how he can't stop his voice from shaking. He isn't sure if it's because he's tired, because he's sad, or just because it's him, and it happens. "I don't wanna lie to you, Sebby. I collapsed this morning because I made myself sick again, because of-because of yesterday. It's not your fault, it's just-what you said made me hurt inside. Like-a lot. I trusted you and you kinda broke that, but I'm not angry, Sebby, I'm just-just confused."

"Remington, it's okay. I know I fucked up. I should have made you go home before I snapped. I'm really sorry." He isn't looking at his brother. He's worried that if he does, he'll break down in tears at the sight of the poor boy.

"I love you but I think I'm still scared of you and I need time."

Sebastian already knew he'd say that. He knows what Remington's voice is like when he's scared. He's heard it so many times. "It's okay. There's no rush. Are you okay?"

"I don't know."