Re: Holly's place: Holly/ Noah
Yeah, that 'red in the center' was called blood and it was because Holly was bleeding, because he wasn't supposed to be moving his arm so much. Noah had been about to reach for the water, when Holly took the pill bottle and tossed it. Noah looked at the bottle in the bedsheets, then to Holly. And what he really wished, dude, was that they were still there. Maybe he should be sexier or whatever, but Noah lived for cuddling. It helped him feel better too. But, instead, they were both standing now, facing each other, and Noah didn't really think he was shutting down, but maybe he was. He let himself be grabbed—pulled, if Holly pulled.
And he sighed, following Holly's thoughts right to the end. From his, Noah's, mom, to Holly's, to how he hadn't seen her yet. And it was a lot, dude, that was for sure. Noah felt pretty instantly guilty about Holly's mom. But, he was trying to focus on Holly not fucking up his arm too. And, see, this was why he had been prescribed the Xanax in the first place, because it got to a point, where everything felt like a LOT. "Why can't we just focus on you and your arm for now? It's not like we're going to—It's not like there's anything we can do about my mom. If I'm fucked up, I'm going to be fucked up. But, we can help your arm heal and we can make sure you take the meds you're supposed to take and you can let me help. You don't always have to do things for me. I want to help."