Miracle- Noah Sebastian (SEQUEL TO THE GREY)

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*Sutton's POV*

I woke up to Noah instinctually sprinting to the bathroom, completely disregarding the trash can, throwing up loudly in his bathroom. I tried so hard to muffle it with a pillow but it didn't work; I ended up throwing up in the trashcan, unable to take it on the level of already hating when people throw up near me but it being heightened by the empathy of it being Noah. I felt guilty as I rolled back onto the bed and muffled it with the pillow again, but he stopped shortly after and brushed his teeth before coming back into the bedroom.

"Did I do that?" he gestured to the trashcan curiously, his voice a little lower in volume. 

"No," I answered honestly.

"Are you feeling bad, too?" he asked as he brushed the hair out of my eyes.

"I just honestly don't handle vomit well..." I admitted finally, guilt flashing in his eyes.

"You didn't have to stay if you knew I was going to be sick, but I appreciate the thought of it," he kissed my forehead, timidly cuddling closer to me. 

"It's my job," I answered quickly, him pulling back to look at me curiously. "I'm your partner, I need to take care of you."

"Not always," he reassured me. "For example, if I was sick with a stomach bug, I wouldn't expect you to stay near me constantly," he chuckled at the thought of it. "Now if I was in the hospital or something, sure, I would want you there, but everything that can pass quickly is okay for you to skip out on." He kissed my forehead again before going to clean out the trashcan for me and return to bed. 

"I love you," I mused.

"I love you more," he taunted back, but I didn't fight him this time. Did he? I didn't know whether or not to bring up last night, but I guess my body tensed up as I was weighing my options. "What are you thinking about?"

"How much do you remember about last night?" I started.

He sat up a little straighter, probably scared of what negative things he could have done. "The last parts that I remember are waking up on the couch and throwing up that time. I honestly don't know how I got up here," he admitted with a chuckle. "W-why do you ask?" His demeanor was rigid, clearly unsure of the decisions that he could have made while blackout.

I sat up to be level with him, grabbing his hands reassuringly. "Hey, I promise that you didn't do anything bad." He visibly relaxed. "What did you think I was leading to?" 

"I don't know, but I think it's reasonable to fear whatever your memory has wiped out," he said honestly. 

"Fair. You didn't do anything bad, you just may have... been more honest than you were ready for?" I offered.

"Sutton, please just tell me what I did before I have a damn heart attack," he urged.

"You told me you wanted to marry me," I spat out. 

He slumped down his headboard, running his hand over his face. He raised his head back up to search my eyes for how to proceed. I have no idea how I looked, but I felt like I was vibrating out of my skin. "It's because I do... eventually. Not yet, but I'm not going anywhere, if you'll have me." I involuntarily broke into a smile and kissed him in response. "Why did it freak you out so bad?" 

"We've had hypothetical conversations about what milestones we want to hit before we got married or whatever, but we've never really expressed that heavier level of being in love and I hated that it came out while you were out of your mind." 

"Yeah, I bet I looked real lively and convincing when I said it," he said with a chuckle, making me laugh with him. "But I can get that. Drunk words are sober thoughts, though."