Remy's POV:

Patton let out a loud cry and ran forward, squeezing me tight. "Ohmygod are you OKAY, tell me exactly what happened, do you hurt anywhe--" 

I coughed, feeling quite strangled, and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm fine, Pat, but could you please let me go?" I asked, my voice scratchy. Patton let go immediately and stood back, sniffling again. 

 Roman was speechless, eyes wide and unbelieving. Virgil, on the other hand, was frowning at me. He walked forward and looked at me seriously. 

I braced myself for a lecture-- Virgil had always been one to scold me when I was hurt-- but found myself enveloped in another tight hug. "I didn't know if you were going to be alright, oh dear fucking god...." 

I smiled. "Well, there are apparently still two more surgeries left to get through, so... but hey! Here I am!" I glanced around. "Is there anyone else other then ya'll?" 

Logan answered me. "Yes. Janus Spice-- perhaps you know him?-- he saved you and when we got here at the hospital, he also called over your therapist, Emile Picani." 

I sat straight up. "Wait-- what? So... I mean, I do know Jan a little, but-- wha--" 

Roman smirked, never one to miss an opportunity to harass me. "Yes, your little crush is here, Remy~"

 Groaning, I covered my face with my pillow and rolled over. "Whyyy did you have to do that..." Roman leaned closer. I could sense his smirk and swatted him with my hand. "Oh shut up, you useless gay." 

Patton smiled. "I'm so glad you're alright, kiddo! I mean-- well-- you do feel alright, right?" His tone was slightly nervous. I nodded. 

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt that much anymore. That stuff they gave me is hella strong. Glad it is, though," I considered. "Otherwise I would still be hurting a bunch." 

Logan sat down and glanced at the doorway. "Would you like me to bring in the other two, Remy?" he asked. I tossed the idea around in my head a bit.

"...maybe later," I told him. He nodded and began to gaze out the window, apparently lost in thinking. A thought suddenly came to my mind. "Hey, what happened to Andy?" I asked. 

Patton glanced at Virgil. "Well, the last we heard, he was being held in custody for assault and verbal abuse." 

I whistled. Roman nodded. "Yeah. It doesn't look good for him." 

"It shouldn't," I added. "He doesn't deserve to be free anymore. I mean, my rib is cracked! From a salt shaker! Like, how does this shit even happen?!" 

Virgil shrugged. 

I sighed. "Hey Lo, can you get Jan and Emile here now? I'd like to talk to them too. I mean, Jan pretty much saved my ass, from what my you told me." 

Logan stood up. "Of course. I shall come back shortly." He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. 

 Roman raised an eyebrow. "Whatcha gonna do? Hm? What are you going to say to Emile, hm?" 

I hissed at him. "Shut up." 

Patton giggled. "Anyways, soooo, you won't be happy to hear this, but we had takeout without you," he admitted. "It was yummy though." 

"Aww, Patton, why didn't ya'll save some for me?" I whined. "I'm hungry!" 

Janus walked into the room and smirked. "Well don't drink the coffee, that shit sucks. It's worse than the stuff at that coffee place downtown." 

Virgil turned around, frowning. "I hope you're not referring to the coffee shop I work at, are you?" 

"Nah, that other one on that street." Jan wrinkled his nose. "Disgusting." 

Emile smiled, coming up behind Jan. He caught sight of me and quickly stepped forward, leaning over the bed and looking happily at me. "Hello Remy, how are you doing? Are you feeling alright?" 

I fell backward at the sudden movement. "Um-- what?" I asked, pulling the covers over my face to hide my obvious blush. "What?" At my apparent confusion, Emile smiled nervously. Oh fucking god. Why was he so cute?! What the fuck?!

"Sorry, was I... um... was I confusing you?" He tucked some of his hair behind an ear and leaned back. "I was asking how you were." 

I opened and closed my mouth. "Yeah-- yeah, I'm fine." 

Roman snuck me a smile, making a little heart with his hands. Emile didn't see since he was turned away from Roman, so there was that. 

I picked up my pillow and threw it at Roman, who caught it, laughing. Growling, I pulled the blanket over my head and sank below the cozy nest, blushing. "Mmmph. Roman, you idiot." 

Patton smiled. "Aww, I think we should leave Remy alone for a bit, okay?" he prompted, taking Virgil and Logan's hands and tugging them quietly out the door. The rest(Including Emile) soon followed, and I was left alone with my thoughts and the little beeping from the buttons on my bed. 

Blowing out a breath, I emerge from my shell and look around. So this was where, according to Dr. Rainbow Marsh, I would be staying for the next three weeks until I was healed enough. 

It was a large room, a bit bigger than my bedroom. The ceiling and walls were smooth, and three triangular windows let in some light, though it was muffled by the drawn curtains. The floor was white tile on one half, and on the other, it was glossy wooden boards. There was a small table set up near my bed with a vase filled with flowers, as well as three chairs and a small couch. 

A sink was embedded in the wall by my feet, and a shower was right next to it. It was so strange and alien. It didn't feel like home at all, although that was to be expected. After all, it was a hospital, not a nursing home. 

At least I had a spot in the corner and not in the middle of the room. 

Sighing, I flopped back onto my bed when the door creaked open a little bit. I froze and saw a face peeking in at me through the crack. Small fingers slipped a card through the door and retreated. 

The door closed, leaving me with the paper. I leaned out of the bed with difficulty and grabbed the card, came back into my position, and opened it.

Get well soon, so we can still meet up at the cafe. -Emile