Colorful

Intensive Care

Even with how stubborn he was, Remy didn't last long in the small in-school suspension room. His hand was killing him. After only about an hour, the throbbing in his hand, the bruising that had begun to spread along the back of his hand— peeking out from underneath the bandage the nurse had wrapped it up in— and the swelling all became too much.

He had managed to get his crying under control. He was still a wreck, but he felt more numb emotionally than anything else. Virgil was gone. The light in his life— the warmth in the cold emptiness that he was left in without a soulmate— was gone. But there was nothing he could do about that. Wiping at his cheeks with his uninjured hand to clear away the tears, his breath hiccupping in the aftermath of his sobs, Remy spoke up, not bothering to raise his hand considering the room was otherwise empty aside from him and the teacher.

"I need to go to the hospital. Do I need my parents to sign for me to leave, or will a phone call work in the office?"

The teacher looked up from the book in front of them, a look of surprise on their face. "O-oh! Are you over eighteen?" He shook his head. "A phone call should be alright. Go on down to the office. I hope you feel better soon."

Remy arrived at the hospital half an hour later. It would have been sooner, but driving with his right hand broken had proved to be difficult, with the gear shifter being on his right side and him unable to grasp anything with his bruised and probably broken hand without shooting pain up his entire arm. He made his way to the receptionist's desk, not bothering to look into the waiting room that he knew Patton, Logan, Roman, and probably Virgil's parents were in. Unless they had all left after finding out he was dead. He didn't know.

He didn't particularly want to, either.

"Hi, there, how can I help you today?" the receptionist greeted him with a smile.

"I think I broke my hand." He was surprised that his voice was as steady as it was, having expected to break down again.

The receptionist handed him a clipboard with intake papers with a nod towards the waiting room. "Go ahead and have a seat. We need you to fill this out to the best of your ability before we have you go see a doctor."

Remy nodded, pushed up his sunglasses that hid his red and puffy eyes, and took the clipboard with his uninjured hand, already knowing he wasn't going to be able to fill out the entire thing. Not legibly, anyways. His dominant hand was broken. He made his way to the waiting room, and when he saw Roman, Patton, and Logan watching him in shock, he froze.

They all looked so worn-thin.

Terror gripped his heart, not wanting to hear what they had to say, what Virgil's condition was. The stubborn part of him still told him that Virgil was dead, but seeing as everyone was still here besides Virgil's parents, he knew it wasn't true. That didn't mean he wasn't in surgery.

That didn't mean he wouldn't ever wake up.

That didn't mean he couldn't still die.

Remy made up his mind and sat next to Patton so as not to seem like he was acting weird, needing the support of his best friend anyways. He risked a brief glance up at Patton, giving a safe upward jab of his chin as greeting— adding a quick, "'Sup, babes."— before he went immediately back to the clipboard because he knew Patton was going to open his mouth and spout something out of pity. He didn't need that right now.

"Rem, what happened to your hand?" Patton gently asked, concerned as always. Remy just about hated his voice right now.

Beyond Patton, Logan looked worried and almost urgent in a way, while Roman looked more curious than anything. Just went to show how well each person in the group knew him. Roman didn't know him. He only got lucky and was able to sweep Virgil away from him with an idiotic soulmate bond, not caring enough to get to know either of them deeper than a surface level before then, and even then, only caring for Virgil to where Remy had been tossed to the side completely. Even Patton had started growing distant because of Logan, and Remy just felt so completely alone again for the first time in forever.