Black Waves

When They Are Fluff and Bloody

A few days later, the men are both on the couch, practically on top of each other. Remington is wrapped around Andy and Andy is playing with Remington's hair, which is flat against his head today. Remington is watching The Goblet of Fire while Andy watches Tik Toks on his phone. Andy glances at the boy in his arms and sneaks a picture of him so intently watching the movie. He captions it, "My darling in his natural habitat. Always Harry Potter."

Remington's phone starts blowing up so he opens it and giggles. "This picture actually makes it look like I have an ass."

Andy reaches down and grabs his butt and squeezes, "You do have a little butt baby."

Remington shakes his head and relaxes back into him. "Well get used to us laying like this for months on fucking end because those bunks are tiny as fuck."

Andy laughs and rubs his back, "Is this why you are on top of me?"

"Nah, but might as well practice."

Andy puts down his phone and watches his husband. "I can't believe you are my hubby. Like this is insane."

Remington smiles and sits on top of his lover. "Well get  used to it baby. I'm never taking this ring off ever. And every time I need to call somewhere or if someone asks my name, I am Mr. Biersack."

Andy laughs out loud. "The next time we fuck can we roleplay and I'll keep calling you Mr. Biersack? Oh but Mr. Biersack your husband will be home any time now."

Remington pretends to ride him and his practically bouncing on him. "Scream my name!"

"You have a tight little ass Mr. Biersack! Explode all over my strawberry chapsticked lips!"

Remington laughs and gets up. "I don't know if I can handle being in a tiny ass space with you weirdo."

"Whatever you say Mr. Biersack!"

Remington walks into the kitchen and grabs a glass of water. He feels a sudden sharp pain in his chest and drops the glass on the floor. Nausea and dizziness his throwing him around as he grabs his chest in pain. Andy walks into the room and looks at his lover, who is now vomiting into the sink, grabbing his chest. Andy rushes over and rubs his back.

"What's going on baby. What's hurting you?"

Remington finally picks his head back up from the sink. "I need to see a doctor Ands, I think I just threw up blood. They said if it looks like coffee grounds it's blood." 

Andy's eyes widen and he picks Remington up and races him to the car. Once they are both in Remington grabs his lover's hand and smiles at him. "I'm sure I'm fine darling, don't freak out and get us into an accident." Andy nods nervously and holds his hand while driving. The nearest hospital is thirty minutes away with traffic. Remington groans and holds onto his chest and stomach, the pain is radiating everywhere. "Okay Ands maybe drive a little quicker," he groans out, starting to hyperventilate. 

Andy ends up getting there in fifteen minutes from unsafe driving much to Remington's dismay and he helps Remington into the emergency room, while a staff member gets a wheelchair for him. Luckily it wasn't busy so they got him into a room right away and the staff did start to hurry when they saw him bent over in pain while holding his chest.

The nurses and doctors perform various xrays and blood tests and also take an EKG from him. They ended up figuring out it wasn't his heart but his stomach causing issues. His vomiting stopped so they luckily didn't need to take him up to surgery. The doctor walks in and smiles at the couple. "How are you feeling Remington? How's the pain scale?"

Remington cuddles Andy and sighs, "Pain is a 7ish, and I feel like shit. I want to go home."

Andy rubs his lover's head and sighs, "Have you found anything yet? I'm scared to all hell."

Doctor Richards smiles and says, "We did find what is causing you pain and you have nothing to sorry about at this moment. It doesn't require surgery at this moment so you can still go on your tour. What you have is an ulcer. Are you under a great deal of stress at home?"

Remington nods and looks down, refusing to meet Andy's eyes.

"Well like I said right now you are fine. The bleeding stopped on it's own but if you would have kept throwing up the blood you would have needed surgery. You absolutely need to reduce your stress at all cost and just relax. Because next time it can be way more painful and be more serious."

He is sent home with pain pills and anti anxiety meds. Remington sighs, passing out onto Andy quickly.