Secret Love

Chapter 7 - Together

We sat on the white cotton couch in the living room. Windows bringing in the light in. White walls and beautiful wooden floors. The couch wasn't hard or lumping, but soft like a cloud. Noah lays with his back on one end and his feet st the other. I lay on him. My head heavy on his chest. I could feel his breathing. In and out. The T.V. on the wall was off and the only noise that was happening was the quietly playing of an orchestra playing from the C.D. player. Beautiful and slow. Noah has my hands in his and are feeling them separating my fingers. His eyes are slightly open and mine are too. I want this to last, but it can't. There are too many things going through my mind.
"What are we going to do?" I asked.
"What do you want?"
"I was asking you..."
"I do want to get married, but I can wait if that's what you want. As long as I'm with you I'll be alright." We haven't moved. Noah still playing with my hands.
   "We've known each other for about a month now. Doesn't that seem a bit short of time to get married?"
   "If it's what we want, why should it matter? I love you and you love me." He stops playing with my hands and sits up. I get off and stand. I don't know where this was going.
   "Never mind, I'll give you time to think about it." I turn and start to walk to the stairs. I reach the first step and walk up. I wonder around. I haven't been up here yet. There are three rooms including the master bedroom, a bathroom, and a closet. I go into the master bedroom. The walls are a peach color and the floor dark brown carpeting. The bed had already been made with brown bedspread and white pillows. There was a beautiful dresser that matched the wooden floor in the living room and it had a big mirror above it. I need some sleep. It's been a long day, just like all days recently. I lift the sheets and blanket. I crawl onto the bed and so drift to sleep.

   I woke up to a loud bump of noise that came from downstairs. It was night. I don't know how late. I left my phone on the nightstand in the living room. I get out of bed and walk down stairs. A small light came from the kitchen.
   "Noah? Is that you?" I hear crying coming from the same direction. I walk into the kitchen and the silver was open. Noah was on the floor covered in mud and wasted with a beer in his hand. "Oh my god, Noah!" I run to him and he doesn't move. I pick him up, shut the fridge door, and walk him to the car. I put him in the passenger seat and drove to the nearest hospital. I try to carry him to the door. "HELP!" I yell. A man came out and gave me a hand. We set him in a wheelchair.
   "What happened to him?" asked the man.
   "I don't know. I fell asleep upstairs and when I woke up he was like this."
   "Did he have any surgeries or is he on medication?"
   "No, not that I know of." They push him through the doors.
   "Ma'am, you go back. You'll have to wait in the waiting room."
   "Will you inform me if anything happens?"
   "Yes, of course. What his name?"
   "Noah Minnik."
   "And what's your name?"
   "Luna Kinley." He left immediately through the doors. I'm too concerned. I walk back to the waiting room and I couldn't sit. I was just pacing back and forth. A nurse came up to me.
   "Ma'am, can you please sit down?" She had on mint colored scrubs, her hair was up in a bun, and wore glasses with black frames.
   "I'm sorry, I'm just worried. Can you find me the information of Noah Minnik, please?"
   "Yes, but please sit down or would you like to go to s more private room. We have one open for those who are impatiently waiting?"
    "Yes, that would be great, thank you." She walked me to a room and left. There were four or five seats in the small room and no one was there. I was the only one there. Ten minutes go by and the nurse came back in. "Is he okay what happened?" I ask impatiently.
   "He is alright, he just had alcohol poisoning. He's awake now and somewhat sober." My face loses its color "Do you wish to see him?" I have no words to say. I nod my head and she takes me out of the room. We walk through the halls  the hall seems dark now. I can't come up with words. Noah could have died. He drank because I hurt him...