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"Noah," Dr. Smith started, looking over his glasses at him. "I'm not trying to tick you off someway when I say this, but they're basic. And you haven't been doing them. Look at you now, hasn't eaten in weeks, you havn't drank anything, and from what I can see your bones aren't going to heal anytime soon because you're so skinny now that your casts don't even fit. In order to start doing things you want, you have to have a strong basic foundation, which is the basic necessites." |
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"Maybe I don't want to heal! Maybe I don't want to be here!" Noah yelled, getting irritable as tears welled in his eyes. |
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Dr. Smith, let him yell, having become accustomed to it as Emery's gaze flicked down, her face only showing signs of sorrow. His gaze moved over to Emery, waiting until she looked up. "I'm sorry but, I suggest you give up on him. I can deal with diffecult patients, but this is where I really do start to doubt my work." The doctor said sadly, taking a few papers before leaving Noah and Emery alone. She watched him go, slightly shocked as he did before flicking her gaze down. "I tried, I really did. Maybe it wasn't worth it, after all." The woman muttered under her breath, it silent except to herself. She stood and silently brought Noah back to the car, staying silent as she did. |
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Noah looked away, slow tears dripping down his face. This wasn't a good situation for either of them and he felt bad for Em. He was holding her back, he wasn't good for her anymore. Once they were out of the building, he spoke. "We should break up. I need you to leave me," |
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Emery stopped, taking her hands off the wheel and looking at him dead in the eye, eyes glossy. "And why would I leave you? You'd never get better and actually probably kill yourself, which i'm not going to let happen because A.) I would probably kill myself after you do, and B.) the light of my world would be gone. So don't speak those words around me, thank you. Since if you're just speaking nonsense then you need to go back to the hospital," She said, driving out of the parking lot and back to the dorm. |
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"All I'm doing is holding you back. You're meant to go farther than this. I was meant to stop in that fucking car accident," |
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Emery just scoffed when he said she was meant to go farther, laughing for a small moment. "Well then, if I was than I would be gone by now." She mused, starting to move him inside. |
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"Then I'm breaking up with you. If a specialist can't fix me then no one can. You deserve better than this," |
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"Noah I-" She started cutting off and just staring at him for a moment. Em flicked her gaze down, eyes glistening before she looked up at him and nodded. "Okay," The woman managed to say, simply walking into their room and grabbing her phone before hesitating at the door. "Good luck, I guess." She managed to say, blinking back a tear as she immediately called Max to stay with him for a little while. Emery could barely get words out, starting to sob once he pulled up but collecting herself before getting out of his car at his house and walking into one of the guest rooms before sobbing again. She sobbed for failing Noah, for him breaking up with her, for failing him, for failing herself. |
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Noah kept it together until she left. Then, he ended up sobbing his eyes out. He wanted her, all he wanted was her, but he was holding her back, he wasn't good for her and he had to protect her from himself. Within hours, Noah had already tried about a dozen times to end himself, but his casts got in the way of that. |
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