noah n. boot (supernoah) wrote in valesco, |
It hurt his chest to see her cry like that. Noah's head shook slowly back and forth has his eyes shut tightly. She had to stop crying, she had to stop crying. If she was crying, that meant things were bad, and as much as he ached, he thought it was just from being tired. Nothing but blurs and random images that made his head hurt. Noah gulped, forcing himself to try and speak even though he hadn't said a word since being admitted. Everything had happened so quickly, he had just nodded and taken whatever potions they'd forced upon him.
His tongue felt like it had knotted up in his mouth. Noah felt like he was going to throw up, with how hard he was pushing for a sound that resembled a word to come out, "Lyra---it's bright tonight, did you see?"
Noah blinked, finding his words perfectly acceptable for nearly a minute, until they sank in and he blanched. What--what? What did that--she had no idea Lyra was a constellation, did she? He wanted to ask if the baby was okay, his mind was pressing harder and harder for him to say the right words, but Noah pushed back, muttering again about the constellation, "It's bright, tonight."
Oh, he couldn't focus. Noah shoved himself into the pillows behind him, face heating up as he could not make himself ask how the baby was, how the babies--there were babies. Noah dipped his head as his hands began to shake, "Rigel's not out yet, not till October, not until--then."
His tongue felt like it had knotted up in his mouth. Noah felt like he was going to throw up, with how hard he was pushing for a sound that resembled a word to come out, "Lyra---it's bright tonight, did you see?"
Noah blinked, finding his words perfectly acceptable for nearly a minute, until they sank in and he blanched. What--what? What did that--she had no idea Lyra was a constellation, did she? He wanted to ask if the baby was okay, his mind was pressing harder and harder for him to say the right words, but Noah pushed back, muttering again about the constellation, "It's bright, tonight."
Oh, he couldn't focus. Noah shoved himself into the pillows behind him, face heating up as he could not make himself ask how the baby was, how the babies--there were babies. Noah dipped his head as his hands began to shake, "Rigel's not out yet, not till October, not until--then."
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