Andy and Emerson arrive at the hospital the next morning, tired, anxious.

Sebastian turns up. He seems hungover. No surprise there.

They sit quietly. Emerson is falling apart. He can't live without his brother.

A doctor emerges into the waiting room. He asks who's here for Remington Kropp. The three men stand up.

They are lead into the corridor. The doctor speaks. "Remington is stable. He lost a lot of blood and will need to stay here until he's stronger." The men are all beyond relieved. Emerson bursts into tears. Sebastian hugs him.

Only one of them is allowed in at a time and so they agree that Emerson sees him first.

The young brother is shown to the room, and steps in nervously. He doesn't know what to expect.

Remington is lying in a white bed, skin pale, chest rising and falling with breaths. He's awake, eyes weary and hollow. He sees his little brother come in and attempts a smile. Everything is so difficult.

Emerson feels like he might collapse. He pulls up the chair and sits by the bed. "You're okay," he mumbles, "thank god, you're okay."

The singer lifts his hand up and Emerson takes it in his carefully. "Sorry," he whispers, feeling guilty beyond words. If he hadn't run away then she wouldn't have got to him.

Shaking his head, the younger man holds Remington's hand in his. They're both trembling. "Shh-it's okay. It's okay."

The two are quiet for a while. Remington feels a bit better with Emerson there. He always does. "Didn't mean to-never meant to hurt you." He's crying now.

Emerson feels tears in his eyes at the sight of his best friend so fragile. "I know, Rem, I know."

"How's-how's Andy?"

The drummer sighs. "He's shaken up, we all are. Do you want to see him?"

Remington nods slowly, sniffling. "He's here?" The boy vaguely remembers Andy turning up and calling the ambulance. Its all fuzzy in his head.

"He's in the waiting room. He would have stayed all night if he could." Emerson stands up. "I'll get him. I'm so glad you're okay."

Remington waits for Andy. He feels strange. Dizzy and weak.

The door opens and Andy comes in. He looks drained. "Hi," the man mutters, sitting on the chair.

The rubs his eyes. He didn't sleep well after the operation. He woke early. In the morning and couldn't get back to sleep. Everything was so confusing. "Hi," he mumbles.

Andy doesn't know whether or not to touch the boy. "What happened, Remington?"

The question makes the boy uncomfortable. He shakes his head. "Tell you later," he whispers, "don't want to think about it." Remington is falling asleep. He can't keep his eyes open.

Andy nods. He sits with his hands in his lap. "You didn't-you didn't do it to yourself did you?" He has to ask. Ever since Emerson suggested it he hasn't been able to get it out of his mind.

Remington whimpers as a pain shoots up his body. He shakes his head against the pillow. "Wasn't me," he mutters, and exhales heavily. Do they really think that he's do that to himself?

He drifts to sleep.

Remington sleeps for a few hours. His dream is riddled with Holly and the nightmare she put him through. Her face is everywhere and he can feel her cruel hands on his vulnerable body. The boy trembles, trying to wake up but not knowing how.

He feels the pain of the knife twiatigg in his stomach all over again, and bolts up in the bed with a scream.

Sebastian is sat by the bed now. The three of the are taking it in turns to sit in the room so that Remington isn't alone in there.

The older brother quickly gets to his feet and rushes to the bed side. He crouches by the bed and takes Remington's hand. The boy looks petrified. "You're alright," the man whispers, "it was a dream, you're safe."

Remington looks at Sebastian with wide eyes. He shakes his head. "What's happening to me?" His voice cracks and he sobs. "What's wrong with me?"

Sebastian holds his little brother's hand with such care. "You're just scared, Remington, it's okay. There's nothing wrong with you, I promise. You're scared, that's all." He watches as the man slowly lies back down. "You've experienced some terrible shit, and I'm in awe of how strong you have been through all of this. You're going to be okay."

With a tired, barely visible smile, Remington gestures for a hug.

Sebastian carefully sits on the edge of the bed and encases the boy in his arms. "I know I don't show it very well sometimes, but I couldn't fucking live without you. When we were waiting to hear whether you were gonna be okay or not I left and drank until I passed out. I couldn't handle the pain of knowing that you might not be okay." He strokes Remington's hair and feels the boy exhale. "And I know you're always going to be closer with Emerson, but I just-I need you to know that I really really care about you. I'd be so lost if I ever lost you." Sebastian spends so much time with Larisa, and as soon as a tour ends he disappears off somewhere. He would hate for Remington to think that his older brother didn't love him.

Remington coughs and groans at the aching in his stomach. Sebastian rubs his back. "Sometimes it-sometimes it feels like you don't love me," he mumbles, "when you argue with me or-or disappear after tour." He sees no point in lying. The boy is fragile and vulnerable and its easier to get these things out. It'd only eat him up inside.

Hand soothingly drawing circles into his brother's back, Sebastian sighs. "I never ever want to make you feel like that, Remington. I love you so much and I can't even begin to imagine how broken I'd be if you weren't okay."

Remington shakily inhales. "I love you," the boy sobs, suddenly overwhelmed with emotions. He needed to hear Sebastian say that so badly.

The two brothers hug for a few more minutes, until Remington has calmed down. Sebastian guides him back down onto the pillow and tucks his thin body into the covers.

He sits back in the chair and opens a book, not really paying attention to what he's reading.