Save me. (Remington Leith X Andy Biersack)

Chapter 42

Remington has to stay in hospital for a week. He had the stab wound stitched up and was given some strong painkillers.

He's pretty much gone back to square one with the wound. It'll be very fragile and tender and sore, just like it was when he was previously in hospital.

Andy comes to see him in the hospital and the two talk for a good two hours.

"I'm sorry I've been so distant," Remington apologises. He feels like he always owes someone an apology. It's just one of the things Holly taught him.

The older man shakes his head. "Don't be silly," he says, "I understand. I don't want to scare you."

With a smile, Remington sits up in the creaky bed. "I still love you, Andy," he states, quiet. "I want to be with you."

The words are music to Andy's ears. He keeps doubting the boy's love for him, since the two hardly talk anymore. "I love you," he responds, "let's just take it slow, yeah, ease into it."

"Yeah, take it slow," Remington agrees. He takes Andy's hand and holds it in his. "How are you? I feel like we're always talking about me. How are you?"

Andy brings the boys hand to his lips and presses a kiss to his knuckles softly. "I'm lonely," he admits, "I've been in the studio a lot recently, re-recording We Stitch These Wounds." His voice is quiet. He's cautious about scaring the boy.

"I don't want you to be lonely," Remington murmurs, unaware that Andy has also been experiencing nightmares. They're no where near as terrifying as Remington's, but they still leave him unable to sleep.

Andy hasn't told the younger about them because he doesn't want to cause more stress and pain for the boy. The man gets the same reoccurring dream; coming home to Remington dying on his front steps. He's grown used to them and they don't effect him as much as they did right after the incident. 

On the third day in hospital Remington is very bored. He is always tired because the medication they give him makes him sleepy, so he isn't really able to do much at all. And his stomach is fragile, so he can't jump around or even walk without limping. 

His brothers are by his side as much as they can be, but they have things to be doing. Remington feels like a burden, like he's holding them back. He wants to tell them not to visit him, but he knows he won't do well without at least one of them there. 

By the last night there, he's downloaded a colour by numbers app on his phone to try and pass the time. 

It is late in the evening when Sebastian turns up. One of them always stays the night, to make sure Remington is okay when he wakes for a nightmare. It's an every-night occurrence now.

The guitarist sits beside his brother on the bed and the two mess around with Snapchat filters for a while, until Sebastian goes to get them bot a hot drink from the vending machine. 

While Sebastian is gone, Remington slides off the bed and limps into the bathroom, his hand grabbing the door frame for support. He turns the tap a tiny bit and holds a cloth up against it to soak up the water without making a noise. With the damp cloth, the boy wipes his face and his hands. 

He lifts up the hospital gown and holds his gaze on the bandaged wound, sighing. It was just starting to heal and now it's bad again. He hears the door to the room open. "Sebastian?"

The older puts the drinks down. "Yeah?"

Remington drops the gown and it falls around his legs. "What did you get me?" He asks, limping out of the bathroom and sitting on the bed. 

"Well, I got a coffee and a hot chocolate. What do you want?"

"Chocolate," Remington answers, and re positions the pillows behind his back. He takes the drink carefully and sips the sweet liquid. "Thanks."

Sebastian settles beside him. "No problem," he smiles, "how're you feeling?"

The boy yawns. "Alright, mostly. Guilty. Sore. Weak." He sips the drink again and glances at his brother. "I feel like a burden to you and Em," he admits, "I-I keep trying to handle things on my own because I don't want to bring you down but it's hard, Sebastian, it's hard." Remington doesn't know why he's so upset all of a sudden.

"Hey, no, don't think like they. We love you and we will always help you, Remington." His arm goes around the singer's shoulder softly. "We're going to get through this," he says, using the word we rather than you.

Remington shuffles around and whimpers, his stomach hurting. He rests his free hand over the bandage and sighs. "I just-I see how exhausted Emerson is. I don't want to hurt him. He gets less sleep than I do."

Sebastian frowns. He doesn't like seeing his brother in pain. "Would you feel better if you came to stay with me and Larisa for a bit?" The guitarist understands where Remington is coming from. It can take a lot out of a person to be constantly making sure someone is alright.

With a shy nod, the younger shuffles again. "Larisa won't mind, will she?"

"Do you need a doctor? Are you hurting?" Sebastian asks quietly, wary about his brother's uncomfortable shuffling. "And of course she won't mind. I'll talk to Em about it, sort out the spare room for you, yeah?" He receives a grateful nod and then gets out of the bed to find a doctor.

Remington is given some strong painkillers that send him to sleep, leaving Sebastian to call the drummer and explain the new living situation. Emerson is relieved. He was getting very anxious because of constantly having to take care of his brother and a while to catch up on sleep is just what he needs.