"Another thing, don't try to take yourself out of this place. You've got a life to live, just don't end it, please." Emery said softly, repeating the last few words quietly as she wrapped her arms around Noah.

Noah didn't listen. That was all he wanted to do. He knew his wrist was never going to be the same, which meant he couldn't paint as well as he used to, and they didn't know if his shattered leg would even heal properly, which meant no walking. That night, Noah wet the bed, but he was so out of it and so far gone that he didn't even notice.

Emery woke up in the middle of the night and realized he'd wet the bed, seeing he was awake she shook his shoulder lightly. "Go on to the couch and i'll clean this up." She asked of him, waiting for him to move.

Noah got up silently, for the first time in a long, long time. His shoulders were slackened and his clothes, which had once fit him perfectly, he was now practically swimming in the fabric. Though as he stood, the bones in his leg slipped out of their place due to the casts not fitting anymore. He fell, crying out in pain.

Noah just cried out in pain, clutching his leg.

"See, a good reason why you need to eat." She said softly, crouching down next to him before standing and going off to find his pain killers.

Noah groaned and clutched his leg close.

Emery came back with his medicine. "Take these, they won't take all of it away but they'll take the edge off."

Noah swallowed the pills quickly.