Re: Holly's place: Holly/ Noah
Holly was looking at the guy. At the red nose, the snot, the dried tears, the escaping curl as Noah shook his head. He knew, like in this unthinking way, that Noah was closing down on him, and no way. That wasn't going to happen. So, he watched a few seconds longer, as Noah talked about the sling, got the pills, brought them back to the bed. The bandage on Holly's arm was red in the center, and Noah was talking about increasing his scripts, and Holly waited for the question about the water, which was over on the side of the bed.
He shoved and scooted forward, on his ass, to the end of the bed, and he stood there and took the pills from Noah's hand. He tossed them back on the bed, because that shit could wait. That shit was going to wait. If Noah fought him on it, he would keep tugging, so it would definitely be better to just give it up. "Okay, look, I'm willing to try to meet you in the middle here, but we're not having you hit more habit forming drugs to do this. Not an option, and don't shut down on me. We talked about this, right? About shutting down? We're talking, and you're closing down." He reached for the guy. For his arm, his wrist, whatever he could close his fingers around. "Come on, Noah. I want a plan. We need a plan, and we need it now, while I'm off work and shit is chill. And we need to figure your mom out, too." Holly still hadn't seen his mom, but one thing at a time.