Black Waves

When The Waves Fade Away

Andy called Emerson and Sebastian. They both have been staying in the same house and switching off with Andy during shifts so they'd know when Remington wakes up. If he would wake up. 

Everything was touch and go for awhile. Remington was pulled into trauma surgery. He had massive internal bleeding from whatever happened. His nose was also broken. The surgeons said whatever happened, he was hit hard and in agony. They had to put him on a ventilator for awhile because his body kept giving up, the trauma was too massive. After about 5 days Remington started to breathe over the ventilator and they were able to remove it. 2 days later is when he finally woke up for the 5 minutes that he did. Everyone is so thankful.

All three of the men wait by his bedside. Now they know he will come back.

Andy continued to hold his hand, observing the small tattoos he has. They removed all of his bracelets and replaced it with an IV. However, it didn't replace the scars he had on his wrists. Some old, some healing, some looking newer. It broke Andy's heart. Remi should never have to feel sadness or pain. From now on he will protect him. His brothers knew he used to self harm but didn't know of anything recently.

Emerson sits at the back of the room and Sebastian is standing against the wall. Andy remains next to the boy, holding his hand. He feels Remington's hand twitch and a small whimper escapes the boy's lips. 

The waves are leaving. Remington feels the warmth of Andy's hand again. "A.....Andy?" He whispers. 

They all move closer to him and Andy speaks, "I'm here baby boy. We are all here baby. Emerson and Sebastian too."

"Emmy....Sebby...?"

Emerson is on Remington's other side. Sebastian goes by his head and says, "We are here Remi. We are all here. Thank God you are waking up."

He whimpers in pain again. "Please.....no more morphine....the waves..."

The three men look at each other in confusion. "If you are having a lot pain Remi take the morphine. It's okay to sleep. We will be here when you wake up," says Emerson gently. 

"No....please....I don't like the waves..." He slowly opens his eyes. The waves are finally gone. He looks at Andy, who's eyes look like he hasn't slept in days. He weakly smiles. "I could feel your hand," the boy whispers. "I also could hear you talking and singing to me."

Andy smiles. "Of course baby boy," he leans over and softly kisses his lips.

Emerson rubs Remington's other hand. "Remi...do you remember what happened? The police are going to need a statement."

Remington shakes his head. Everything is so fuzzy from the last few days. 

He asks again. "Do you remember anything at all?"

Remington ponders on it. He blushes and looks at Andy. "I remember us. I remember texting you and falling asleep," He looks at Sebastian. "We were going to dinner, weren't we? Or something together. I remember thinking you were going to interrogate me again." He laughs. 

The three men exchange worried glances. So who would hurt him?