Fix Me (Alternative ending)

Chapter 23

Basically a cute chapter for you :)

Remington Leith: Guess who's in the hospital again? That's right, I am! Little tip - don't have a heart attack, it fucking hurts. I'm okay now, spending a week or so in hospital. Bored out of my mind.

Palaye Royale: Yesterday our beloved @remingtonleith had a heart attack. He's safe in hospital now. Send him all your love for a speedy recovery.

The morning after the heart attack, Abigail comes to see Remington in hospital, talking him through how recovery will change, assuring him that everything will be okay. After she leaves, Remington sits in the bed watching the television mounted on the wall, on his own since Andy went to the studio to finish off the album that's almost done. He didn't want to go, but Remington wouldn't let him lose valuable time with his band, specially if it's one of the last days he'll have with them.

Andy arrives back at the hospital in the early evening with an over-fluffy plushie that he bought for Remington. He sits on the bed and gives it to the boy. "It reminded me of you," he says, "because it's so soft and pretty. And last night you were hugging my arm so I thought you might like something soft to cuddle."

Remington smiles, stroking the plushie slowly. "I'm not a baby," he whines, and then hugs it to his chest. "But I will be cuddling this for the rest of my life. It's very soft."

"You are a baby. You're my baby. How've you been doing today? Anything exciting to tell me?"

"Well...I went to the toilet. That's the most exciting thing I can think of." He continues stroking the soft toy.

"Wow. Clever you!"

"Shut up. I wish there were board games here. I'd kill for a game of Monopoly with you right now."

Standing up to take his jacket off, Andy hums. "Last time we played Monopoly you gave up half an hour in, remember?"

"Me and Harley will win this time."

"Who's Harley?"

Remington holds up the plushie with a grin.

"Ah, I see. You named it. Well, I think you and Harley will still lose because I am the Monopoly master."

"Bullshit."

Andy chuckles, hanging his coat on the back of the chair and sitting back on the bed. "I'm glad you're feeling okay. I've been worried all day."

The younger kisses the cuddly toy. "I was worried 'bout you, too."

"You were?"

"Mhm. 'Couse you've been so stressed. Are you okay?"

Andy smiles. "I'm alright, kitty. I feel better than I did."

"Good."

"How was your talk with Abigail this morning?"

"Pretty good. She said I'll have to follow a meal plan and tell her every time I don't eat what's on there."

"That sounds good, huh?"

Remington nods.

"You're gonna get it under control. I believe in you."

"Hopefully. I don't want another heart attack. It hurt."

"I know. I'm so sorry you had to experience that alone. We're so lucky the other guests heard you when they did."

Remington sighs. "I could've died in there," he realises, "if I hadn't have screamed."