Noah shifted his body slowly and pulled me into his hospital bed, so I was basically lying in his lap as he pressed the upper part of the bed up. Making us sit up instead of lying down. My head was still buried in his neck and holding on to him for dear life.
“I’m so sorry about your Nana babe.” He whispered at me. Making me cry even harder, as right now I finally had time to grieve.
“It's OK babe, let it all out.” He tried to comfort me after a few minutes of my weeping. His good arm was going over my back gently, while the other one in the cast was lying next to his body, stiff as a board.
“I’m sorry. For everything.” I cried out to him. He cupped my chin and made me look at him.
“Don’t you dare apologize, this was not your fault. If anything, I should be thanking you. You saved
