James and Riley watched, as Noah sat with his head in his hands, tears running down his face.
"James go talk to him!" Riley whisper shouted, James looking at her.
"Why me?" He whines.
"Because you're his friend. What would you want the boys to do if your girlfriend was in hospital!" Riley snapped, keeping her hushed tone.
"You're right" James sighed, walking over to Noah and awkwardly sitting down.
This wouldn't be the right time to tell him 'don't even worry about it!'
Would it...?
"Noah... She'll be alright" James started, scratching the back of his neck.
"And if she's not?" He choked out.
"Bro I know you're worried about h-" James starts.
"I'm not only worried about her. It's my fault, if I didn't kick her out the house after our fight, she wouldn't of been in the car crash" Noah said, looking up for the first time.
"Noah, Richelle wouldn't want you to blame this on yourself. Knowing her she'll probably be more worried about you than herself when she's seen that you've been crying" James sighed, smiling at him sympathetically.
"She's going to hate me" he cried, putting his head back in his hands.
James sighed. Nothing was going to make him stop crying.
"Richelle Nolet?" A doctor says, looking around the waiting room.
Noah's head snapped up, quickly standing up.
"Yes. Yes" he says quickly, wiping his eyes and walking over. "Is she okay? Can I see her?" He rushes.
"She is in a stable condition, she has a fractured rib and a concussion. She'll be alright just need to be careful with the movement the couple weeks" the doctor replied.
Noah knew what the one thing Richelle would want to know.
When she could dance.
Noah hoped it wouldn't be to long, he'd feel so guilty to take that away from her.
"When can she dance?" He asks.
"Probably 2 months. Which is incredible considering the crash. And your earlier question, yes you can go see her now" the doctor nods, before rushing off.
Noah basically sprints to her room, 224, weaving his way past the nurses and doctors.
He sighed, arriving at her door, before opening it and entering.
His heart nearly broke at how she looked. She was really pale, and had bruises and cuts everywhere.
"Noah" she said in relief, smiling slightly.
But he could see the pain in her eyes.
"wh-what's wrong? Your eyes are red and puffy" she frowned.
He sat down in the chair next to her bed, holding her hand.
"Ritchie don't worry about me. I'm the one who caused all this, I'm so sorry" he sighed.
"Don't you dare blame this on yourself Noah" she frowned, moving over in the bed.
"Get in" she said, smiling again, it was not like her old one.
"I was so worried" he said, carefully lying down next to her.
"I'm alright. Just a fractured rib" she said.
He sighed. Kissing her forehead where there wasn't any cuts or bruises.
"I'm not leaving you alone till you're 100%" he mutters, her blushing.
"Okay" she says, letting out the smallest laugh.
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That was shiz but I needed to update haha
