hospital beds:: remington leith au

[chapter nine]

they start talking to each other, their voices hushed and low. i assume they're working out what song they are going to play. emerson goes over to the shitty box drum we have that no one ever uses and taps around a few times, getting a feel for the wood. sebastian goes over a picks up the nicest guitar he can find and starts tuning it and remington just kind stands there, dramatically clearing his throat as if to tune his instrument as well. i chuckled at my dumbass excuse for a boyfriend and he flashes me a wink, shooting finger guns my way.

the look at each other and somehow communicate a sort of signal and the music starts.

"i'm mr. doctor man, questions his hands
lost his mind, clinically fine
found a way to cope needle in his throat
falling down but the world is spinning round and round, you know
up down but the world keeps spinning round and round
i see this place ain't big enough for me
i want you to take me away way, way, way, baby
up down but the world keeps spinning round and round
i see this place ain't big enough for me
i want you to take me away way, way, way
what did you want to say?
chemically it's running through my veins you see?
romance of the plastic scenes
i can't see you breathe
they're coming after me
honestly it's running through my veins you see
i don't need their surgeries
i just want to be
but they're coming after me
there's a little story i'd like to tell
about this little boy who came from hell
sit right there and listen real good
i'll tell you all the ways he's misunderstood
but i see you standing there with that wicked stare
just stay for the show
are you ready? no, are you ready to go?
chemically it's running through my veins you see?
romance of the plastic scenes
i can't see you breathe
they're coming after me
honestly it's running through my veins you see
i don't need their surgeries
i just want to be
but they are coming after me
i'm stuck in the boom boom room
people are dancing after their operations
i want you to move
but nobody's moving after their medications
i can't hear the room
people are dancing after their operation
i want you to move
but nobody's moving at all
chemically it's running through my veins you see?
romance of the plastic scenes
i can't see you breathe
they're coming after me
honestly it's running through my veins you see
i don't need their surgeries
i just want to be
but they are coming after me
oh no
oh oh no no
oh no no no
they're coming after me
oh no
after me
no no
they're coming after me"
the song draws to an end and i look between the three of them, genuinely stunned. that's my boy right there, and his brothers and they all look so unbelievably happy. i don't care what i have to do, but i need remington to get out of here soon. he needs to be on stage or getting signed or in the studio or writing with his brothers again. i've never seen a glimmer in his eyes the way i just did, watching him do what he loves most with emerson and sebastian. i clapped for them, loudly. thats when i noticed it wasn't just me about ten people had gathered around the door, clapping as well. they deserved it.

they look awkward not expecting that many people and rem speaks up
"thanks guys, we appreciate it"
i just smile proudly at them.

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a few hours later, his brothers are forced to leave, so remington and i go settle down in his room. he decorated and made himself at home, so if were not in the music room, we're in his room. undoubtedly. we're laying in the little cot bed, him all stretched out and me on his chest, his arm lazily over me, rubbing my back.

i look up and catch a small smile toying at his lips. no, not a smirk, an actual smile. i grin to myself and plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth, causing his smile to grow into the one i love so much. the one that overtakes his entire face and causes the corners of his eyes to crease and his nose to crinkle up. he grabbed my chin with the hand not on my back and pulls me in for a proper kiss, corners of his lips still turned into a smile. i smiled myself, running my hands up his chest and letting them find their way into his hair, the inky black spikes twisting around my fingers. the kiss lingered. for a long time. even after we broke apart, we stayed in that same position, him occasionally reconnecting our lips for split seconds between telling me stories about his brothers or something of the sort.

i realised it there, how truly in love with him i am. every single little thing about him. but yet i know that this is never going to be perfect. i know im bad for him and he's just as bad for me.

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