Palaye Royale Imagines

SICK BOY SOLDIER (Remington Leith)

I apologize in advance for the amount of Remington imagines and Emerson imagines I'm going to post.

Tw: Probably a bit disgusting, slight hints of suicide

You could hear crying from the bathroom... Growing worried you get out of bed and knock on the door... There was sniffling from the other side... 

"Co-Come in..."

You open the door to reveal an extremely tired looking Remington... He was sitting in front of the toilet which he most likely puked in... His expression made it look like he could have been sick, and you knew you were right...

"Babe, are you okay?" You ask worriedly.

"I-I'm just a little s-si-" He tries to stand up but immediately falls (sounds like me on a normal day), luckily you catch him before he hit the ground.

"I think you need to lie down..."

He nods.

You help him get to the bedroom which was across the hall from the bathroom. Once you guys got in there he crawled into bed, he was obviously drained. You knew he would be a bit of a handful but you love him so you're willing to stay here with him...

You head downstairs so you can grab a couple of things. You grabbed an extra blanket, and some food so he wouldn't have to get it himself.  You came back into the room to see him curled up in a ball with the blanket wrapped around him... He looked like he could have been in pain...

You set the bag of chips on the nightstand and the blanket near the foot of the bed. He gives you a sad look and you sigh.

"I wish I could stay here all day but I still have to go to work in a few hours..." 

"You can't leave me..." He mumbles reaching for you.

"Sorry Rem, they asked me to work today and I ran out of vacation days for the month..."

"I love you..." He says softly.

"I love you too..." You say.

"You have a few hours, so, could we possibly watch a movie?"

"You know I can't say no to you." You laugh handing him the remote.

He had a small smile on his face as he picked out the movie. Of course, he put on Harry Potter (don't worry there are no spoilers for those very few people who have never read the books). You get into bed and sit next to him. He repositions himself so he's curled up next to you with his head resting on your lap.

"I'm cold," Remington whines grabbing the extra blanket then laying back down...

"You literally have all of the blankets."

He sighs and wraps the other blanket around himself as well... You see that his attention has now caught the screen and he was invested in the movie more now. So you start playing with his hair while he watches the movie. He didn't even notice you messing with his hair he had just been invested in the movie... You noticed how peaceful he looked when he's distracted. But that didn't last long...

About halfway through the movie, he started to complain about him being in pain... You could see his face and knew he was hurting just by his expression... You could see all of it in his eyes... You rush downstairs and grab some pills for him... Once you returned to the room he was gone...

"Remington?"

"I-I'm in the ba-bathroom..."

You could hear his groan from the pain he's in and you just wanted it to be over... 

"Can I come in?"

"Y-Yeah..."

You enter the bathroom to see him curled up on the carpet in front of the toilet... Before you could even give him the pills he started gaging... You knew he wouldn't be fine by himself for 10 hours while you're gone... You sit down next to him as he emptied whatever was inside him into the toilet... You wanted to help him however you could... But you didn't know how...

Once he was done you helped him back to the room. You gave him the bottle of pills and gave him the trashcan from the bathroom... You place it next to the bed so he can easily get to it... He went back onto the bed...

"Don't take any more than 2 at a time." You warn him before leaving the room.

You knew there was a possibility he would try anything... You knew he would if he had the chance, and what was telling him not to going to do... You knew someone had to be there with him and honestly, you had no idea if anyone could... Maybe you're worrying too much...

You knew Sebastian would be busy today because Larisa had texted you the night before saying she and Sebastian would be going out somewhere, so you knew not to call him. So your only option was Emerson,  you knew he would either be the introverted person he is and be chilling out at the house maybe even drawing something, he could also be reading some book, or he would be hanging out with Shy and probably be at the house because they're both actually introverts and wouldn't talk to the waitress at all last time you all went out...

You sigh and call Emerson, you have his number from before you and Rem started dating... You actually talked to him a lot before you got with Remington, but we're just getting off-topic now, aren't we? 

So you called Emerson and he seemed a bit stressed like he had been overworking himself.

"What's up?"

"Your brother, he-"

"What about him? Is he hurt?" Emerson asks worriedly.

"No no, it's not- it's not exactly like that, he got sick and he can barely even do anything on his own. I have to go to work and honestly, I don't think he'll be fine all by himself... He can barely even walk and I left some pills in there for him and I really don't want anything to happen to him... Do you think you could come over?"

"Yeah, I could come. When do you need me there?"

"Within the next 20 or 30 minutes, if you can't make it I can try talking to my boss to figure something out..."

"I can make it, I may be a little late but I'll be there... I've been a bit busy recently, but I'll be able to come..."

"Are you sure? I may be able to stay home I don't want you overworking yourself..."

 "No no, I'll be fine... Your works pretty strict... I can come I won't be there right but I'll come..."

"Thank you, I just don't want anything to happen..."

"You're welcome, I'll be there in a bit."

"Bye Em..."

"Bye, Y/n..."

You go back into the room to see Remington on the bed asleep, you sigh in relief... You kiss his forehead and walk to the door wishing everything will be okay...