Noah felt his heart breaking. He stayed back and kept quiet, not wanting to pusher her further. He brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. He rested his forehead on his knees, his silent sobs wracking his body. He'd been so careful, so sure to take his medicine and stay away from triggers. He didn't like being that person who hurt other people. He hated himself right now. He can't believe he could have been so far in his head that he had hurt her. Who does that? Only the worst of the worst hurt women.
Even though he was beating himself up for what happened, Noah knew that he needed to start all over with Lynne and show her again the kind of man that he is. Part of him wanted her to run, run far away from him so she wouldn't get hurt again. But the more selfish part of him, wanted her, no needed her. With that thought he got up and grabbed a bag that lined the ice bucket. He propped open the door with a shoe that had been thrown by the door. He limped down the hallway, determined to ignore his aches and pains. He scooped some ice into the bag and limped back. He kicked the shoe out and closed the door. He settled back on the floor in front of Lynne, a little further away this time. He put the ice pack between them. "Ice. For your shoulder," he whispered. She wouldn't need ice if it weren't for him, his brain taunted. Noah closed his eyes against the pain and sat there patiently, waiting for her to be okay.