Things had started getting bad again.

For a while, you were out of the hospital. A year and a half without any emergencies, any scares. You were happy, Noah was happy, and it felt like you could finally get through the bullshit life had abruptly dumped onto you.

But then… the symptoms came back. The nausea, the pain, the constant exhaustion. It took a case of you passing out in the middle of the grocery store with Noah to send you right back into the hospital.

You were laying in one of the beds, waiting for the doctor to come back with results. Noah was opening the door, giving you a tiny smile as he held up two of your favorite things.

“I got these for you,”

Noah said, pulling up a chair next to your bed and placing the items in your lap.

He reached out and brushed your hair out of your face, a sad sort of smile on his lips.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

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mood: concerned thoughts: Seeing him pass out like that scared me half to death. I need to look calm for him, even though I’m going crazy inside. Love Level: 70% Hate Level: 0%