Mrs.Infamous

Wake Up

Remington

A steady beep kept sounding. It matched the throbbing in my head as my eyes fluttered open, the dream I had still weighing on me. I looked at my hand, raising my eyebrows in confusion over the IV chord hanging out of it.

"What the fuck is this?" I grumbled lowly.

"Oh my god," Emerson rushed out. When the room became clear I could tell I was in a hospital, with both of my brothers sitting to the left of me, "Sebastian. Sebastian!"

He tapped Sebastian's knee, causing the man to jolt awake in a fright, "Fuck! What?"

"He's up!" Emerson ran a hand down his tired face.

"Go get the nurse," Sebastian instructed, Emerson immediately rushing out of the room to obey him, "how are you feeling?"

"Oh," I scoffed playfully, "incredible."

Sebastian cracked a small grin, before getting up to give me a hug, "Glad to have you back."

Was I out for that long?

"Uh- thanks," I smiled tiredly, "how long was I out for?"

I felt really weak, and my head was killing me but, all I could think about was the mess I had made. God, how was I gonna fix this if I just kept making it all worse.

"Almost a month." Sebastian tried his best to seem unfazed but, the shakiness in his voice, portrayed his concern.

Holy shit. That long?

"Oh," I couldn't really voice any other thoughts at the moment because I was trying my best to sort them out. Fuck, my head hurt so bad, "how's Austyn holding up?"

I felt terrible. Not just physically. She didn't deserve to see any of what went down. Sebastian's eyebrows scrunched together, but before he could speak, Emerson burst through the door with a nurse behind him.

"Remington," She smiled sympathetically, "it's good to see you awake."

I smiled weakly at the woman in scrubs, as she stepped to my bedside, to begin taking my vitals, and- you know whatever the fuck they do when you come out of a coma. My shaky hand reached up when she handed me a small cup of water and a couple pills. I sent my brothers a goofy look, and Sebastian responded with a stern expression.

"I'm sorry what?" My focus went back to the nurse when I realized she had been speaking to me the entire time.

"What's the last thing you remember," She chuckled lightly. The scene flashed through my memory, violently. I almost shook as I played it through. Over, and over again. She must've noticed me tense, "whatever it is it's ok, even if it's further back. Sometimes head trauma can cause a loss of memory, I just want to see where you're at."

"Right- yeah, ok." I mumbled worriedly.

"Don't worry," The nurse placed her hand in my shoulder reassuringly, "you just need some time."

We don't have time...you need to move on.

"I don't- I can't." I stumbled over my words, almost sure that they wouldn't make it out.

"Rem- you can do this." Emerson smiled encouragingly.

You can do this, you're the strongest person I know.

"It's my fault," I rubbed my hand down my face, "this whole mess is my fucking fault."

"Rem- relax," Sebastian chuckled softly, "it's not like you did it on purpose."

My eyebrows scrunched in confusion, "I literally started it."

"What are you talking about?" Emerson questioned carefully.