Trigger Warning: Mentions of depression, abuse, eating disorder/weight, anxiey

Following Holly's visit, Remington turned down his brothers and Andy, said he didn't want to see anyone, and the hospital staff had to send them home with no explanation other than 'Remington doesn't want to see anyone'. 

His nurse asked if something was wrong and he said he was fine, but inside, he was screaming. He hadn't been able to rid the image of Holly from his mind since she left, of her sitting by the bed with that horrible satisfaction painted all over her horrible face. 

There was no camera in the room. He had searched excessively late last night, and was so anxious to find out for sure that he even googled it, found out that hospitals only have CCTV in communal areas and staff rooms. It made sense there wouldn't be any in the actual bedrooms - it would be a breach of privacy - but God did he wish there were. 

Andy was worried he'd lost Remington's trust after their argument, assumed it was reason the singer didn't want to see him. He tried not to overthink it, reminded himself that it was not about him, that Remington had just gotten away from a very dangerous woman and was of course going to be traumatised and wary of letting anyone get close, both physically and emotionally. 

As he was leaving the hospital, Sebastian was getting out his car, and Andy purposefully turned to walk away from him, but was noticed and called over. He did, though unhappily, and folded his arms as the guitarist said, "What're you doing here?" 

Andy shook his head. "Playing golf." 

"Really? You're gonna resort to sarcasm at a time like this?" 

"Better than giving your brother a panic attack, I'd say." 

"Don't play that card with me." 

"I'm not playing any card, I'm just stating cold hard facts." 

Sebastian slammed his car door. "Oh, you just have to be mister fucking perfect, don't you?" 

"I never said I was perfect." 

"You act like you're God." 

"Your word, not mine." He kicked at the ground. "And the word of all those people at that show I played in Canada, chanting Andy is God before I went on stage. But sure, whatever you wanna believe." 

"How does anyone like you?" 

"I wonder the same thing about you," Andy said. "He'll just turn you away, you know. The nurse told me-" 

"I don't care what the nurse told you. I'm his brother, he'll want to see me." 

Andy laughed. "Yeah, sure," he muttered. "Well, have a good time. See you in five minutes when they send you out." 

"They won't." 

"Sure." 

"What's your problem?" 

"My problem? What's your problem? All you've done since you met me was be rude for no reason. I'm sorry if Remington likes me more than you, but that's really not my issue." 

"Likes you more than me. God, you're stupid." 

"I'm sure." 

"Just leave him alone, alright? He doesn't want you anymore. He's with Holly now." 

Andy, who was looking at the ground, lifted his eyes. "Did you seriously just say that? Have you been in some sort of coma for the past forty-eight-hours or what? He is in hospital because of Holly." 

"He's in hospital because he's dumb enough to think he could survive without food. That's nothing to do with Holly." 

"I literally told you, she made him starve himself as a form of abuse. Abuse, genius!" 

"Yeah, like I'm gonna believe anything that comes out of your entitled mouth." 

"What on earth would I have to gain from making something like this up? I spent all of Thursday scared shitless of what she was doing to him, that's why I asked you for his address, for God's sake. Or did you think that was another of my lies?" 

"What do you want, a fucking medal? Well done, you stalked my brother and remembered the number for an ambulance, congratu-fucking-lations. Someone get this man a Nobel prize!" 

Andy was so angry he was laughing. "It's a wonder Larisa is willing to marry you," he said. "She must be desperate." 

Sebastian opened his mouth to argue, but Andy was already walking away, sticking his middle finger up beside his head as he went. "Oh, that's it!" Sebastian called. "Real mature of you, you're such a man!" 

"At least I'm not a cunt!" Andy shouted back, and a woman with a child looked at him, offended at the use of the word. Andy smiled sweetly, said, "Can't escape the truth, can we? Some people are just wankers." And, raising his voice again, "And huge fucking cunts with brains the size of their tiny, flaccid cocks!" 

"Bigger that yours!" Sebastian yelled. 

"Your brother would disagree!" 

The woman huddled her child away from the men, looking over her shoulder at Andy with a furious glare. 

"Oh, live a little!" Was Andy's response, and then he gave her the finger, smiled again, and unlocked his car. 

"You really are a piece of shit," Sebastian spat.

Andy got in the vehicle and angrily pulled the door closed. He had half a mind to drive into the guitarist's car but decided against it because of how much he liked his own. 

He sat in his car for five minutes, and when Sebastian returned from the building, he opened the door, said, "I love being right," closed it, and drove off. There was something about seeing the man looking so defeated that made Andy happy. He'd been insulted for the whole time he was with Remington, constantly called out for things he didn't even do, that being above him was beyond satisfying.