When I get up this time, Noah doesn't reach for me. He just lets out a quiet sigh behind me and I pause for half a second, waiting for him to argue again, to tell me to sit back down, to rest, to listen byt he doesn't.
I don't say anything, I just walk out.
The hallway feels too bright after that room. My head still aches faintly, a dull pressure sitting behind my eyes, but I ignore it. I follow the direction I saw them take Zane earlier, my steps slower now, more careful, like my body is still catching up with everything that's happened.
I find the room easily, There's a glass panel in the door and I stop right in front of it but I don't go in.
I just stand there looking …..He's on the bed, hooked up to machines, his shirt gone, bandages wrapped tight around his abdomen. There's a doctor near him, adjusting something, and another nurse moving around quietly.
He looks… still but his chest is rising, That's all I needed to see.
