Michael x Noah 🙏

39. ~Watched?~

Michaels pov:
It's been a day since Noah has proposed. I didn't know he wanted to marry me so soon. I'm not complaining though.
The past few hours, Hannah, Elizabeth, and I have been playing Uno. A game I never get bored of when playing with either of the two.
"UNO!" Elizabeth shouts.
"Danmit." I sigh, smiling at the sight of her happy face.
"Again!" Elizabeth requested.
"Sorry, Lizzy, but it's time to bring you home." I stand up.
"Nooooo..." Elizabeth whines.
"Sorry, but you don't want daddy to get mad at me again, right?"
"Well, no..." Elizabeth sighs.
"Then we gotta go."
Elizabeth nods while running to grab her bag.
After Elizabeth is done grabbing her stuff, Hannah's decides to come along too.
"Bye Noah, love you!" I smile.
"Where are you three going?" He asks.
"To drop Elizabeth off back home." I say, about to turn around.
"I'm going with you guys." Noah says, no room for debate. "Plus, you have a doctor's appointment for your arm in like, an hour. They wanna see how the wounds are healing."
Oh, right, I forgot about that.

We all get in the car, and Noah drives us to my old house. Once we get there, he stops in the same place he picked Elizabeth up last time and has her walk to the house. She makes it to the house but as soon as she does, William walks out and it looks as if he were signaling for me to go to him.
I look at Noah, who's shaking his head. "Don not get out of this fucking car." He warns.
I get out anyway. I open the car door and start walking towards him.
As I get closer to him, I notice he's not angry, but, happy? He's smiling.
"Thank you for returning my daughter, dear son." He says with a smile.
"Ew, don't call me that. You're not my father." I say, disgusted.
"Aye, don't be silly. Say, did Fredrick and the others ever go to visit you?" He asks, trying to act nice, which only happens when he's up to something.
"Why? How the fuck did you know that?" I ask. I knew he was up to something. Wait. Does that mean that Fredrick, Simon, and Mark were also up to something? No... I trusted Fredrick. Well, maybe they stopped by to ask where I live now. I mean, they did kinda just know my address.
"I just want to know how my son is doing." He contains his fake smile.
"I have to go." I start walking back to Noah's car. I get in the front seat and he starts driving off.
"What did he want?" Noah asks.
"He's trying to be a good father. He's like a childhood too late."

We make it to the hospital, Hannah still tagging along.
"You two go sit, I'll check you in." Noah says as he points to the waiting area.
"I'm gonna use the bathroom." I say, walking to the closest one. As I walk down the hall a bit, I notice something weird move fast. Someone move fast. It's like they saw me looking and had to hide. That's not something you'd see in a hospital. Whatever. It's probably nothing. I didn't sleep that much last night anyway.

"So Michael, on a scale from 1 to 10, how bad would you say your arm hurts?" The doctor asks.
"Like, a six." It still hurt pretty fucking bad.
"Slow healing process... we might have to higher the dosage." The doctor types something into his computer. "Is he lacking anything? Any past medical issues? Anything new I should know about?" The doctor looks at Noah as if I can't answer myself.
"A few nights ago he did consume a lot of alcohol. He also lacks proper nutrition." Noah informs the doctor.
The doctor nods his head. "Thank you, so the higher dosage isn't the best idea if he's lacking a proper nutrition. Keep giving him the pills the same, but make sure he's getting at least 1,500 calories a day. Anything below can effect the recovery."
Noah nods and we walk out of the office.

We get back home. I step out of the car, Noah already a little ahead of me. I feel like I'm being watched. Noah and Hannah are in front of me and his house is hidden by trees.
...
I run up to Noah and wrap myself around his arm.
"You good?" He chuckles, ruffling my hair.
"Yeah, I just wanna get inside.
Maybe these pills are making me crazy. Am I crazy? It felt like, more than a pair of eyes on me. Like two or three pairs of eyes. I mean, nothings there, the doorbell camera would've picked up motion. Wait. Gee, the camera are some help, they won't pick up shit since us three are causing them to go off anyway. This isn't just some feeling. It's like every part of me is saying turn around. There's something behind you. But I'm fine. Right? As long as I stay with Noah.
This is the second time I've had this feeling though... I need to stop. I need to chill.

Noah and I get up to his room. He sits down at his desk, about to do work until I sit on his lap and cuddle myself up again him.
"Are you sure you're alright today, love?" He chuckles as he runs his fingers through my hair.
I nod. "Just let me lay here..." I close my eyes.
"Of course, my love." He kisses my forehead, and picks me up, bringing us both to his bed and laying down under the covers. It's only 3:00 pm but this is the only way to get my mind clear.

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