Phoebe

After a long drive home, I can't stop thinking about what he said to me- "Phoebe when we kiss or when we do anything else in the future. I want you to be sober to remember everything." The future? Remember everything? What does he mean by that?

Noah parks the car with a sudden halt making me fly forward slightly. This action pulls me out of my thoughts. I look around to see snow piling on top of the parked cars. I glance over at Noah, and he is getting out of the truck.

I get out of the truck, and stupidly I start jogging into the warm complex. I felt like I was going to slip and fall, but Noah quickly helped me catch my balance. He is always catching me-

I remember when we first met when he caught me before I fell down the stairs- twice.

I smile at the thought as we make our way out of the elevator and into his apartment. He looks at me and smiles down at me. That smile does something to me... Of course, I smile back at him.

"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" Noah opens the apartment door and lets me walk in first. He closes the door behind him, locking us in. We take off our snowshoes, and I shake my head at him.

"I'm gonna start dinner, you hungry at all?" Noah asks as I head to my room.

"Yeah," I answer honestly, taking off my layers of clothes. I close the bedroom door and change into my comfy clothes. My ribs are killing me by now, and I can barely bend my body without feeling pain. It's aggregating, and it's making me all depressed having to rely on someone.

Plus, I don't know how Noah feels about all of this. I'm afraid to ask... But I want- and I need to know. I open the door, sitting down on the sofa, sighing in frustration. I turn on the television. I look over, and I see Noah stirring something in a pot.

"You okay?" Noah stops what he is doing to look at me. Always ready to jump into action-

"Yeah. I'm fine." I answer, starting up Netflix. "I'm fine."

Noah doesn't say anything; continues to cook. I am grateful he didn't push me this time. I think I might break if he asked me again-

Dinner's finished, and I force myself to get off the sofa and into the uncomfortable dining room chair. Noah places a plate of spaghetti across from me, and I feel like I am going to be sick- But I swallow the nauseous feeling.

After a while, I look up to see Noah finished with his dinner. While I, on the other hand, have barely touched it. I still feel nauseous, and I feel like I need to lay down. Today has just taken a massive toll on me. Waking up with a hangover, puking my guts out and then having to see Jace-

Noah looks at me, unsure of what to do. I can feel that he is trying his hardest. I can see it in his eyes that he is worried but-

"I'm just- I-" I try to say, but he nods his head.

"You don't need to explain." Noah reaches his hand out to touch mine; I flinch slightly, but let him place his hand onto my fingers. "I'm here if you need me." Noah gives my hand a light squeeze and stands up from the table. He grabs his empty plate and my full one and walks into the kitchen. I watch as he wraps it up in tinfoil and places it into the fridge.

Once I am sure this nausea has left, I stand up and suddenly feel lightheaded. Noah must have been distracted because his hands aren't on my body, asking me a bunch of questions. I look at my room, waiting for the place to stop spinning.

Seconds pass, and I walk into my room. My ribs are in excruciating pain, and my wrist is throbbing. I grab my robe and walk to the bathroom. I need to be alone, and the best place for that is in the shower! As I am walking into the bathroom, I see Noah watching me closely.

Ever since the hospital, I feel like Noah is always watching me, keeping his eyes trained on me. Part of me is annoyed, thinking he is afraid of how I might act, or just waiting for me to break.

I'm not going to break. I am not going to break.

I take off my wrist brace, I go to undo the wrap around my ribs, but I was so hungover I forgot to put it on- Dammit, Phoebe! This is why you're in so much pain.

I sigh, stepping into the hot shower. I stand there with my eyes closed as the water flows over me. I don't know how long I have been standing here, but it must have been a while cause Noah is now knocking on the door.

"Phoebe? You okay?" Noah's deep voice says through the wooden door.

"Y-yes!" I yell back at him, starting to wash my hair using the only good arm and hand I have. I wash out the shampoo and continue with the conditioner. I quickly cleanse my body, hoping Noah doesn't knock on the door again.

Once I'm finished with my shower, I turn off everything putting on my black silk robe. I awkwardly put my hair in a towel and collect my dirty clothes. I quickly go into my room and place the dirty clothes into the hamper.

When I walk outside of my room, I collide right into Noah's hard body. I instantly feel my ribs cursing at me. I squeeze my eyes shut practically screaming from the quick, sharp pain. I am so caught up with my broken bones and how much they fucking hurt that I didn't notice, Noah had picked me up and is laying me in my bed.

"Phoebe. Breathe."

Oh, Noah. Please stop! Stop telling me to breathe like it's easy! My two bones are entering my fucking lungs every single time I inhale and exhale.

I feel Noah's large hands, press onto my ribs, making my eyes pop open!

"Noah!" I scream, slapping his hands away! "Stop!" I say breathless, "Gosh, I am SO grateful for you. But, please- stop." I beg, holding onto his hands. I am squeezing his hands for two reasons. It's so I can manage this pain, but also so he doesn't touch my ribs again.

Noah nods his head, taking his hands out of mine, leaving me alone. He comes back into my room with my wrist brace and a glass of water. Noah grabs the pills from my side table and helps me sit up slightly.

I go to take the pills from him, but he puts them up to my mouth. I open my lips slightly, welcoming the big white pills as places the edge of the glass to my lips and tilts it into my mouth.

I swallow the large tablets, as he lays me back down. I expected him to leave me again- But instead, he sits down in the chair next to my new bed and waits for them to kick into my system.

"Why?" I finally ask, breaking the silence.

"Why what?" Noah adjusts himself in the chair, leaning closer to me.

"Why are you doing this stuff for me? You don't even know me, Noah. I- I don't even know you." I look away, not because I was afraid of his answer. But because I realized that his brown eyes are my new weakness- that Noah is my weakness...

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Hello, my lovely readers! I just wanted to give you all a quick apology. I am so sorry for not uploading a new chapter in a long while. My life is such a crazy, hectic mess... With college and my photography business. I just feel like I have no time to write. But I am trying my hardest to balance college, work and my love of writing.

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