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"Yeah," She agreed, standing once more. "I'm going to go grab some food, do you want anything?" Emery asked, grabbing her wallet. |
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"No... I'm good..." he trailed off quietly. |
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"Am I doing something?" Emery asked, turning away from the door and back towards him. |
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"I sure hope you are," Emery said quietly, tossing him another glance before heading out. |
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Noah glanced out the windows, tears welling in his eyes but he held them back with a shaky breath. He couldn't move, completely confined to the bed. He couldn't do anything, he couldn't even paint or draw with his hands and arms in these casts. What if he never walked again? His right leg had been completely shattered, what if it didn't heal right? Noah just wanted comfort and hugs, cuddles and kisses from Em, but she hadn't really showed him much love since he'd woken up. |
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Emery got her food quickly and ate |
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Noah started crying. He bit his wobbling lip to stiffle a sob. |
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Emery came back and saw Noah crying, heading to his side quickly. "Why are you crying, love?" She asked softly, reaching to wipe some of the tears from his eyes. |
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