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alr) Emery awoke with the dawn, barely even glancing over at Noah as she was in a good mood today as she stood and walked out.He'd been affecting her too, and she'd tried to help him, to get him to talk, to get him to do anything, yet he still wouldn't. She'd had enough, it was affecting her, it was affecting him, and she missed him, not this depressed one who is a superhuman or something since he's gone like, two weeks with no sleep, pretty crazy if you ask me. Anyways, she missed the always beaming and happier version of him, not whatever this was. Emery didn't even know what this was, for all she knew it was the worst version he could be. With him not budging, at all, and her being in a pshychology major made her feel even worse, since she was studying how to fix this, not i'm going to attempt and give up :D So, as a average sane person who cares about somebody who is most likely 100% absolutely dead inside, she had set him up with a few people who actually knew how to fix things like this, for she was failing as of now. Pretty badly, too. |
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Noah remained curled up in bed, not asleep, but not fully there either. The crash just played over and over and over again in his head and he didn't know how to stop it. He couldn't do anything. Not paint, not walk, nothing. And what was really sad is that his friends hadn't even come by to ask how he was doing, or even texted. |
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After Emery had made some breakfast and considered making some for Noah, she ate before walking back in and sitting next to him, cupping his face lightly with her hand. "We're going to go get you some help, let the people who actually know what to do do their job." Em said quietly, voice laced with sorrow, eyes as well. "This can't go on for any longer, it's going to take time, I know, but I can't let you suffer, either. So c'mon, we're going to go somewhere." She explained, standing to assist him off the bed if he needed it. |
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Noah looked up at her as she cupped his face. He didn't move until she made him get up. He stood, and plopped down in his wheelchair, as he couldn't walk with both legs broken. |
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Emery wheeled him down to the parking lot and got him into her car, assuring him he'd be alright before flding the chair and putting it in the back before driving over to the office. |
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Noah shied away from the car at first, but he let her help him into the car after taking a few deep breaths. He closed his eyes and braced his arms anywhere he could on the car as she drove, holding back his tears and whimpers of distress. When she parked, he was shaking, he was so scared. |
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Emery saw him shaking and parked, turning the car off and immediatly turning her attention to him. "Hey, Noah, you're okay. Look, we made it, you're alright, I promise." She reassured, getting out and getting his wheelchair ready for him. Once he was in it he wheeled him into the office, waiting for the person she'd called to come get them. |
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Noah just nodded, quickly getting out of the car and into the wheelchair, letting her bring him in. |
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A older but not ancient looking man soon walked out, smiling lightly as he eyed Emery and Noah. "You must be Noah. I'm Dr. Smith, Emery's been pretty concerned about you, i'm here to hopefully help you get back to your usual state, which according to what I know is usually happy. So, follow along, will you?" He asked, Emery nodding and wheeling Noah behind the man into a room where she sat beside him. Dr. Smith shut the door behind them and sat infront of the two behind his desk, looking through a few papers for a moment. In the hum of the AC Em looked at Noah, taking his hand in hers. "Just try, please." |
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Noah just squeezed her hand in response, still rattled from the car ride. |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
