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Willow's POV
I was walking back to my room, after I had stretched my legs and making sure that I could handle walking up stairs since Dr. Carraway said I was getting discharged today or tomorrow.
I waved to the nurses at the station before walking through the doorway.
Well, I tried to get through the door, but was greeted by a much taller presence.
I looked up to see the face of the tall presence, only to be greeted with his sympathetic emerald eyes.
Noah.
Why was he in my room.
Was he looking for me.
And why was he talking to Dr. Carraway, who I saw next to all the monitors in my room.
"Your discharge papers are on the table, Willow. I'll have a word with you before you leave." Dr. Carraway said, excusing herself from my room, which I was grateful for since I wanted to talk to Noah.
I waited for him to say something, I just stood there, waiting for him to make a move.
But he didn't.
So I did.
I moved out of his way and went to go sit in my bed as I signed loads of discharge papers.
I was glad to get out of here, even if I was going to come back soon.
As I sat down, he still didn't say anything, he just turned to me and looked shocked.
He didn't seem to know what he was going to do or say.
And I wasn't going to break under him, so I just started signing papers, waiting for him.
I at least got through half the papers, before I heard him clear his voice and I stopped what I was doing and looked at him, ready for anything.
"Willow. I want you back. I need my sweet tooth, I need you. Baby, what has happened to us. What has happened to you, I wasn't here for you, and I am so sorry for that. I will never leave you again." Noah spoke in one quick breath, as he rambled along.
I honestly didn't know what to say.
"Well, nobody has gotten into a fight for me before." I shyly admitted, as I waited to see his reaction.
"I'll do anything for you. Even if it involves another fight with your ex." He said as he cautiously came closer to me.
I missed him, I really did.
I missed his affection, his cuddles, his little nose boops, how he has always been able to calm my nerves, even since our first encounter when I was sitting in Clemens' horrid dental chair, from my cancer, to becoming his brace face, to now, facing the final wrath of Clemens' before our dental future is decided.
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