I wake up gasping for air. I sit up, completely drenched in sweat. I look around trying to ground myself quickly, noticing I am in bed. Noah must have come into the room and put me into bed.

I feel strange, not sure how this makes me feel. I am exhausted, but I'm not in pain. I want nothing more than to roll back over and fall asleep, but I know I can't.

I get out of bed and look at my phone filled with millions of notifications. It is five in the morning, and I am wide awake... I walk to the door remembering how I have nothing here except for a few pairs of clothes.

What time does Noah get up and go to work? I ask myself, debating whether to sneak into my apartment. If I leave, he will more than likely freak out and be mad at me- I don't want that. But then again, I need clothes, my laptop, and mostly my glasses. I've been getting horrible headaches; lately, the pills take away 90% of my aches and pains. But I just want to see far away.

I grab my phone, quietly open the door. I crack it open and notice the kitchen light is on. Maybe Noah left it on? I tiptoe to the kitchen, and I see Noah, completely shirtless making breakfast. I instantly stop dead in my tracks, my mouth falls open, and I catch myself biting my lip at sight. I get ready to tiptoe backward, but I'm caught in my tracks.

"Phoebe." He smiles, making me put my arms over my chest. "What are you doing awake? I didn't wake you did I?" I hear the pan sizzling, making my stomach growl slightly.

I shake my head, walking to the kitchen island, sitting across from him as he cooks. "I-" I stop, not wanting to upset him.

"You can talk to me, Phoebe," Noah says, flipping over what looks like a pancake. I feel myself wanting to lie... But I don't.

"I, um, wear glasses and I don't have any contacts." I randomly say, unsure why I started with that. Noah nods his head, "Just a headache." His eyes widen slightly, knowing exactly where this conversation is going.

"I can go to your apartment and grab you the important things." Noah puts the food onto a plate; then, places it in front of me. My forehead creases unsure why he just did that, but then I remind myself that he is nothing like Jace.

Noah hands me a fork, and I thank him. He goes to the fridge and pulls out the orange juice. He pours us both a glass and sits down next to me.

"I can go with you-" I start, "To my apartment, I mean. You won't know where anything is." Especially my secret hiding spot under the floorboards.

"You can just tell me, Phoebe." He shakes his head, "If I am honest with you, I don't want you going back in there." He places a giant piece of pancake into his mouth. I shake my head at him, determined to go with him.

"I'm going with you, Noah." I finish my breakfast, drink some orange juice and head into my room to get my shoes. If he doesn't want to go now, I will just go without him. I walk out, and Noah is still on the kitchen island. He looks up at me; eyebrows raised.

"You want to go now?" Noah asks, still not getting up from the chair.

"Yes." I walk to the door, determined, "If you don't want to go with me, I'll just go by myself."

"Wait!" Noah yells, right when I touch the doorknob.

"At least let me put on a shirt and shoes." Noah gets up, heading into his room. I wanted to say he doesn't need a shirt- but I keep my lips sealed.

Seconds later, Noah walks out, pulling the shirt over his head, and I almost frown at the sight of his abs disappearing behind the shirt. He grabs the keys to his apartment, and we exit heading to the elevator. I wanted to take the stairs, but Noah said quote on quote "Hell no."

As we reach my floor, I instantly see my door blocked off with police tape. I hesitate to get off the elevator, but Noah's hand on my lower pushes me slightly. My feet were like cement as we stepped closer. Noah rips off the police tape, and he checks to see if the door is unlocked. Sadly it was...

When he opens the door, I instantly regret my decision to come with him. I see my apartment in shambles. Broken furniture, broken kitchenware and-

"If you want, you can just stand out here and tell me where everything is." Noah turns around to face me. He is blocking my view from looking into my apartment. I shake my head, and he steps inside.

I take the slowest step into my apartment, and I close the door behind me. It smells like copper mixed with something expired. I go to the living room, Noah is close behind me and I see a giant stain on the hardwood floor. I didn't hear myself gasp, but Noah quickly blocks my view, grabbing onto my upper arms.

"Hey. Look at me." Noah grabs my chin gently, making me look into his dark brown eyes. "You're okay. You're okay." I didn't notice how I'd been breathing oddly until he said those words. I nod my head, taking in a slow deep breath. I need to relax-

"How about you grab your things in your room, and I'll grab the stuff out there. " Noah let's go of my chin, and I nod my head. I avoid the stain on my hardwood floor and head into my bedroom.

I go to the bedside table, almost smiling as I put on my pair of glasses. I can finally see clearly! I open the hiding space grabbing my two bags and close it again.

I open the closet, grab the set of suitcases from my travels and open the biggest one. I toss all my panties, bras and other clothes into it, closing it and opening the smaller sized suitcase. I throw in my dresses, work skirts, and work shirts. I grab the duffle bag and toss in all the shoes I could find.

Once those are full... I grab the smallest carry on bag, throwing in the essentials. My pills, tampons, my toothbrush, toothpaste, my contact lenses, hairbrush, and face wash. Everything else I can buy- As I am zipping up the bag, I hear Noah behind me chuckling.

"Just the important things, huh?" Noah chuckles, holding a small tote of family photos in their frames. "Cute glasses." He says, grabbing all of the small suitcases as well as the heavy bag. I almost blush, but I look away from him and grab the small bag and duffle bag.

"I didn't want to make a second trip," I say, heading out of the room behind Noah. I catch myself looking for the stain, but Noah took a black bedsheet and covered it. Thankful, I look away and walk to the door. I can't see that bloody stain ever again- Noah follows close behind me as we exit, and we head to the elevator.

When we enter Noah's apartment, he helps me bring everything into my room. He stands there for a bit, as I look around at everything.

"I have to work until eight, nine at night." I have the whole day to myself. "If you need me, call me. Okay?"

"I-"

"Give me your phone so that I can type my number into it." Noah smiles, holding his hand out. I hand him my unlocked phone and type in his number. He calls his own phone and quickly ends the call. I look down at his contact then back at him. "Again, if you need me, you call me. If I don't answer, I'm probably in surgery or with a patient. I'll call you on my breaks."

I nod my head, taking in all of this new information. Noah is basically telling me, not to let my anxiety get the best of me. I sit down in the chair, feeling the pain from my ribs coming back."I'm going to get changed." Noah says, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. I went to the smallest bags and put them on the chair. I go to the carry on bag, putting the essentials on the side table.

I go to the biggest suitcase, struggling to pick it up and put it on the bed. I stop when I feel horrible pain coming from my ribs and my wrist. I slowly get on my knees, open it and organise everything into five different piles — socks, panties, bras, shirts, and pants. I practically crawl to the dresser across from the bed and put everything into their new place. Once I'm done with my everyday clothes, I use the bed to push myself off the ground. I am struggling, but then I feel two firm hands help me the rest of the way.

"Phoebe, you need to be careful." Noah's voice laced with worry. "You're still recovering from surgery. Plus if you aren't careful your ribs will get worse. Please, don't overexert yourself." He takes a step back, just looking at me.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry." I apologise, leaning against the bed. I cross my arms, not liking how he is always right. My body is weak due to him taking an organ out of me, and all of the shit Jace did to me... I am healing, but I just hate not being able to do things by myself.

"Stop apologising," Noah says softly, putting his hand on my upper arm then he drops his hand. He adjusts the stethoscope around his neck and notices he is wearing dark blue scrubs and a pair of black boots. When he catches me checking him out, he smiles and continues talking. "I'm headed to work, are you going to be okay while I am gone?"

"Yeah." I nod my head, trying to convince him. He doesn't look convinced at all, but he doesn't say anything besides...

"Remember to take your medication as soon as I leave and don't overdo yourself, please." Noah reminds me, and I nod my head. He looks at me for a few moments, leaving me alone to get back to what I was doing.

I hear the door close as I am putting away my work outfits in the closet. I toss my shoes at the bottle of the cabinet, not in the mood to organise them. The pain from my ribs are getting worse, as well as the wrist.

I can barely lift my arm, and now I am struggling to take a deep breath. This is a major signal for me to stop what I'm doing and take my medicine right now. I go to the kitchen, grab a cold water bottle and head back into the room. I consume the four pills I need to take every eight hours and go to the living room.

I place the water on the table in front of the sofa and grab the remote. I lay down, pulling the throw blanket over me and turning on the TV. After 30 minutes, the pain dissipates, and I can comfortably lay down on the sofa.

I accidentally press a button on the remote, and a bunch of apps on the Tv pops up. I see the different apps, deciding to click on Netflix. I never had Netflix or Hulu, so it takes me a while to learn how to use it. But I find a Documentary on Jane Goodal and turn it on.

I feel myself falling asleep when I hear my phone ringing, but this medicine makes me so tired- I pull off my glasses, rub the bridge of my nose and place them on the table. I close my eyes and welcome sleep.

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