"You're okay," She reassured, helping him out and up into the dorm. Once the two were in, Emery helped him over to their bed, ushering him to sleep. "Please do so, do you want anything to eat?" She asked, brushing a piece of hair out of his face.

Noah settled down in bed, curling up. He shook his head, "No..." he muttered. He'd barely eaten since the accident.

"Alright but, eventually you need to, okay?" She asked softly, letting him settle down. "I have to go to class, i'll be back. I love you," Emery said, hesitating as she left.

Noah didn't respond. He just laid there silently staring at the wall.

Emery sighed, heading to class. After yet another boring class in which she only took two notes, she made her way back to the dorm, setting her bag down and going to check on Noah. "Hey love, do you want or need anything?"

Noah just shook his head, unresponsive, which was his usual these days.

"Alright," She answered, walking out and into their 'kitchen' area. Emery made herself lunch and sat at the table, feeling pointless. Noah wouldn't talk, which meant that Emery didn't know what he needed, which meant it'd be her fault and s- yeah, this is a great example of overthinking. Emery finished her lunch and went into her study, finishing up a few assignments and glancing outside, it was night now, the sun very low in the sky. She stood and grabbed her things before going and showering quickly, coming back up to the dorm after she'd brushed her teeth and blow dried her hair. Emery walked into their bedroom and layed next to Noah, not putting her arms around him yet.

Noah was curled up in the same spot she'd left him in. He felt awfully lonely, and it didn't help he couldn't walk or barely move at all.

Emery gave in and wrapped her arms back around him, not as tight, though.

Noah didn't move.