Dance for Me

16

ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW:

I'll tell you what, this is all fucking scary. Remi can't even stay awake and when he is, he is constantly spewing or crying in pain. It's heart wrenching. I don't know what to do or how to help. I thought he would be getting better by now but he hasn't. Remi hasn't eaten in days and will only suck on a few icecubes...but that don't mean shit. I know he's dehydrated as fuck.

Our medic is finally back from his vacation and I couldn't be happier. I didn't want to risk taking Remi to the hospital and police possibly getting involved or if they demand he seeks help. He doesn't deserve this fucking life and I need to finish off my...project...in the basement.

Benjamin knocks on my door and I quickly stand up to answer it, glancing at my baby who is still in a restless sleep. Fuck. He's starting to whine again.

"Long time no see," I grin, inviting the tall man in. Believe it or not he's even taller than me! He's about 6'5, monster of a fucking man. Just looking at him brings fear into people's eyes but you'd never expect him to have the world's most gentle hands. He has never let us down. He is now sporting a golden bronze tan, his blonde hair and blue eyes standing out.

"Ands you need to go to Jamaica, unwind and put some color on your pale ass body."

I look down at myself and shrug, my complexion as always been light. "How's the ol man doing?"

Benjamin snorts, shaking his head. "Fucking beautiful that man. Looks like he is 20 years younger."

"Fucker," I roll my eyes. Good to know Josef is at peace while I'm here figuring out all the damage.

"So where is this special someone that I needed to see right away?"

"My boy is this way, he's having a hard time I guess you can say."

I walk Benjamin over to my king size bed and he pulls the blanket back a bit, revealing the drenched pale man underneath. His hair is so fucking cute when it isn't spiky. Remi lets out a small whimper, his body shaking.

Benjamin opens his suitcase on the bed and rolls his thermometer over Remington's head, nodding to himself. He grabs his arms and checks them over, noticing the old marks on his skin.

"Heroin," I mutter. "His dealer has been forcing him to shoot up even though he wanted to quit."

"Fuck," he takes out a stethoscope and listens to his chest.

"Remi was convinced that the heroin was laced with something else. He felt like he was dying with each trip."

"Vipers have been dealing dirty shit for awhile now." He places his equipment back on the suitcase, grabbing the IV he bought up here with him. "I'm going to take a blood sample and see where he's at and maybe I can find what is in his system. It'll take a few hours. But while we wait, yeah I can tell he is severely dehydrated and it's probably making his symptoms even worse. I'll put a drip in and hydrate him back up."

I watch him as he grabs one of Remi's arms and wraps a tourniquet around him. It must  have spooked him because he started kicking at Benny and begging him to stop. Fucking breaks my heart. I had to lay behind him and pull him to my chest so he'd calm down.

"Let him do it sweetie, it'll make you feel better."

Once the needle is in Remi cries hysterically. He laid his head limp on me, tears were drowning his little cheeks. Oh baby, what I'd do to take this pain away.

"Jus let me die," he cries out, his body shaking horribly. "I wanna die, let me go. Let me do it please."

I wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze him tightly, kissing his neck and jaw to be as comforting as possible. "You aren't leaving me babe, you'll get through this I promise. This is just the hard part."

"You don't even know me!" He sobs, his hips jerking up when he feels the IV go in. Benjamin attaches the bag of saline to his line and hangs it up.

"Gimme six hours boss. I'll do another check up and see how he's doing."

I nod at him, keeping Remi cradled in my arms.

"Jus lemme go, lemme go, I'm not worth it, lemme die please," he's sobbing so hard he is gasping for air. Fuck this is bad!

"Shut the fuck up Remi," I rock him back and forth, keeping him tight in my arms. "I know we don't fucking know each other that well but I know you enough that I'm never letting you go. I'm going to protect you, cherish you, support you, everything you'll ever need. You fucking deserve to be looked after and I promise you I won't let you go. I won't abandon you like every other lowlife fucker has done to you."

His cheeks are red and stinging from all the tears, eventually giving up and laying his body down on mine. "It hurts so bad Andy...it hurts."

I snuggle my nose into the side of his neck, all this pain he is going through, all the fear, oh yeah I'm bringing this onto that fucker downstairs. He will be dead by the end of the week. I just don't want Remi up here scared and alone.

"Go to sleep little one," I whisper in his ear. "The more you rest the better." I hand him another 2 mg Klonopin and he takes it quickly, swallowing it with a bottle of water. His eyes eventually start to droop and next thing you know small snores escape his beautiful plump lips.

I can't help but stare at him. Such a fucking beauty. Such a shame his body has been out through the ringer. I rub my thumb against his bottom lip, withholding a moan from how soft it is against me. Ugh I need you better Remi, let me woo you off your feet and fuck you into high heaven. Let me show you what a real fucking man feels like instead of that disgusting Drake. I want to see your beautiful plump lips wrapped around my cock, I want to watch your little prick bounce as you ride me. I want to hear you scream my name and taste you. God how I just want to taste you.

Eventually I hear a soft knock on the door again and Benny is back, holding a piece of paper in his hands. I let Remington slide down on the bed and I walk Benjamin to the den, sitting on my leather couch.

"Alright, what's the damage," I sigh.

"Well, he's anemic, potassium is low, blood pressure is a bit low, but besides that he's fine. Now in his toxicology report, I found heroin but I also found fentanyl."

Fuck, of course that snake did! Oh he's really dead now! If that would have hurt Remi, my Remi, oh get ready Mr. McCoy you'll be fucking gone soon!

I crack my knuckles and nod, standing up and amping myself up. Get ready to fucking die Drake.