Noah
"I'm sorry," I choked out, the apologies rushing out of my mouth before I could even think to stop them.
"I know you're hurt, I know you have the lines in your wrist, I just… I couldn't—" The words completely dissolved into a wet, broken mess against the wool of his pillow.
Everything I had kept locked behind my teeth for three weeks and four days came pouring out in ragged fragments.
"I thought you weren't going to open your eyes. Every single morning I sat in that chair and you wouldn't move, and then yesterday with the monitors… I didn't know if you were going to die right there in front of me. I was so scared, Cassian. I was so fucking scared."
I said it plainly, burying my face straight into the hollow of his shoulder, not caring about the tears or the snot or the complete and total absence of dignity.
I was just a person falling apart against his coat.
Cassian went completely still for a moment.
