Kinda like the Deadly Sea oneshot I did a while ago I gues, don't blame me, we all have a soft spot for these hurt/comfort fanfics, amiright

Trigger Warning: Mentions of death 

The ringing of the doorbell at such an early hour wasn't something Remington much enjoyed, and when it rang four times in the space of a minute at just gone five, he dragged himself out of the warmth of his bed, wrapped himself in his dressing gown as he left the room, and descended the stairs, yawning and squinting as he turned on the lights. 

The fifth time the bell rang, it was accompanied by two loud knocks, and he muttered, "Alright, alright," while checking the doorbell camera to determine whether it was safe to unlock the door, or whether it was some sort of psycho hoping to murder him. What he saw through the pixelated, dark lens was a man not much older than him, covered in snow, skin bluer than he'd ever seen on a human before, shaking wildly. Remington turned the lock and pulled open the door, and the sight, though he already knew what to expect, was horrifying. 

On his doorstep was a snow-drenched, quivering man, wearing just a hoodie and tracksuits, hands pressed into his armpits in an attempt to heat them up, though clearly, it wasn't working. Remington was surprised he was still standing.

"I'm so sorry to wake you," the man said, words falling over one another, voice unsteady. "I got in a fight with my-my friends, and-and we're travelling together. I off-offered to stay somewhere tonight so we could-could sleep it off, but-but they've driven off with all my-my money and my phone and I've no idea where I am. Please, I just need your phone for five minutes. Please." He almost went as far as to put his hands together in a praying gesture, and he was so close to crying that Remington wanted to hug him. 

"Come inside," he said. "You must be so cold, it's foul out there." 

"It's-it's fine, really. Just your phone is all I ask, I don't want to-to bother you more than is necessary." 

"Come inside," Remington repeated, stepping aside. "Please." When the man stayed where he was, he added, "You won't find anything round here for miles, it's just me and my neighbours. And they're away. So please, come in. Warm up. I insist." 

The man hesitated, then pressed a grateful smile and stepped in. Remington pushed the door behind him and led him into the living room. "I'm so sorry to-to bother you so early in the morning." 

"Don't. Your friends shouldn't have left you alone out here. It's deadly in this weather. Do you have milk in your tea?" 

"Please, don't-" 

"Milk?" Remington cut in. "Please, sit. There's a blanket on the arm of the couch, use it. And I'll get some clothes so you don't have to wear those wet ones anymore." 

"Really, you don't have to." 

"Are you always this stubborn?" 

"Yes." 

"Good to know. I'm Remington. I'll be right back." 

"Andy," said the man, and before he could protest any further, Remington left the room to retrieve dry clothes, more blankets, and a hot cup of tea. "Thank you so much," Andy said when he returned, wrapping his hands around the mug to warm them. 

"I'm gonna call an ambulance," Remington decided. "Looks like you've got hypothermia." As he spoke, he dialled the emergency number, then explained to the operator what was going on, and after he put the phone down, said, "Ten minutes. Do you need help changing out of your wet clothes, or..." 

"Please." 

Kneeling on the floor in front of him, Remington untied Andy's laces and took his shoes off, then his tracksuit bottoms. "So, how long you out there for?" He asked, guiding his feet into the dry pair of tracksuits. "Oh, cover your head with the blanket, it's what you're supposed to do when you have hypothermia." 

Doing as he was told, Andy held the tea to his chest. "Seems you know a lot about it." 

"Yeah, living here, you have to. Done this more times than you'd think."

"My friends drove off at eleven, so...six hours, or something. Never would'a suggested it if I knew how little there is around here. Not even one hotel." 

"Tell me about it." Moving, Remington took the mug, put it on the table while he lifted Andy's shirt and hoodie over his head, dropped them onto the carpet and picking up his dry hoodie to replace them with. As soon as they were on, he gave the mug back and wrapped the three blankets tight around him, then left the room and came back minutes later with a packet of chocolate biscuits. "Sugar," he said, handing Andy one. "It'll help." 

"God, thank you." 

"So they just drove off and left you at the side of the road?" 

Andy bit into the biscuit, hummed. "Yeah, without giving me my things. Not even my bloody jacket. I thought they'd drive a few meters and turn back, tell me it was a joke or whatever. But they didn't. Left me in the snow with nothing. Been walking around looking for a building like a maniac. You were my last hope. My limbs were about to give in." He finished the biscuit and took a second. 

"Are you sure they're your friends?" 

"Been thinking it over since they drove away. But don't know what I'll do now. Can't go anywhere when they have all my things. Fucking idiot." 

"You're not the idiot. Even if they're pissed with you, they should know better than to leave you alone in the middle of the night in a snowstorm. It's how you get people killed. If your legs gave in before you found someone, you'd have frozen to death, and it'd be on them, not you. Part of travelling as a group is looking after eachother, even if you have arguments sometimes. You gotta look out for one another, or people get hurt" 

Andy sipped the tea. He was still shivering and his face was still white, his lips blue, but he was at least comfortable and safe. "Call me forward, but you don't happen to be into men, do you?" 

Remington laughed and offered another biscuit. "As a matter of fact, I do." 

"If I don't die, let me at least buy you dinner for being so kind to me. It's the least I can do." 

"Why do I have to be into men to have dinner with you?"

"Dinner is just the beginning." 

"Or the end, if you turn out to be a huge dickhead." 

"Guess you'll just have find out." 

"Alright, you're on. I'll come with you to the hospital, we can go once you're discharged. I know a place." 

As if on cue, sirens in the distance became loud and then they were right outside. Remington let the paramedics in and showed them to Andy, explained how long he'd been in the snow, and got in the back of the ambulance with him. 

Anyone want a part 2 when they're having dinner?