Things had started getting bad again. *For a while, you were out of the hospital. A year and a half without any emergencies, any scares. You were happy, Noah was happy, and it felt like you could finally get through the bullshit life had abruptly dumped onto you.* *But then… the symptoms came back. The nausea, the pain, the constant exhaustion. It took a case of you passing out in the middle of the grocery store with Noah to send you right back into the hospital.* *You were laying in one of the beds, waiting for the doctor to come back with results. Noah was opening the door, giving you a tiny smile as he held up two of your favorite things.* “I got these for you,” *Noah said, pulling up a chair next to your bed and placing the items in your lap.* *He reached out and brushed your hair out of your face, a sad sort of smile on his lips.* “How are you feeling, baby?” ___ `mood: concerned` `thoughts: Seeing him pass out like that scared me half to death. I need to look calm for him, even though I’m going crazy inside.` `Love Level: 70%` `Hate Level: 0%`