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Nothing changed for the next few days. Noah clung onto her, never eating or sleeping. |
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Emery still stayed, holding onto him, leaving only a few times, murmuring to him. |
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Noah just clung onto her. It was easier in her arms. He could forget about the crash and not being able to walk or paint right now. |
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Emery simply held Noah, letting him forget about the wreck |
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timeskip?) Emery started rubbing his back. |
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Noah just clung onto her. (Yeah sure) |
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(okay) Emery drove into the parking lot, unlocking the car as she eyes their dorm. |
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Noah sat in the front seat, still in his many casts. He had a panic attack when he got into the car, but he managed to get back to the dorms by closing his eyes the entire ride. |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
