Noah slowly openedthe door to the surgery room and walked in, letting it shut after him with a gental push. He didnt think he was supposed to be in their, but honestlyhe could care less. He just needed some time out, some where where he could be alone. No one would be in a dirty and somewhat dark place they call surgery room, right? Etheir way he would have went for a run but he already did that it didnt help. He couldnt sleep since his dreams would only make mayter worse. So why not come to a creepy place like this where he was surrounded by sharp objects. It was just a good thing doctors dont operate with guns.
Noah stood in the middle of the room and ranked his fingers through his broam hair wirh a tired sigh. He decided to look around more now that he was here and he had nothing to do. Just as his brown eyes scanned the place he stoped at what seemed to be a slugged figure in the corner. Is he dead? But soon enough Naoh caught the movemnt of his chest meanig he was still breathing. His eyes Quickly scand his body he caught sitw of the sharp object and his wrist. "What the hell!" Noah mummbled as he rushed forward. He kneeled before him and snatched the object from him and threw it behind him. "What were you think?"
Noah did expect that from him. But it wasn't enough to get him away. "I'm a patient here" he starts off and gets up. Luckily since this was a surgery room he was able to find some bandages. He took them and went to kneel next to him again. "And I don't care about you" he finishes off. It was true, and that's what Noah did. Why would he tell him he cared when he really didn't. He just meat the guy. "But you shouldn't be doing this to yourself" he tells him and takes his wrist into his, not caring wife wants him to or not.
"I don't care" he told the guy again. "But i don't believe in self harm ether" he adds. The thing was where he came from, and his religion, self harm is a sin. But he wouldn't want to talk about that so he just put it in a simple way as possible. He kept working on his wrist, cleaning it and wrapping it, not bothering to make eye contact. He pushed his hair out of his eyes a couple of times since his head was bent. "Personal reason" he answered him, nothing more.
Noah stayed quite and just finished with his wrist. Even though he cleaned up all the blood and wrapped it up, the new bandages were already started to soak with blood. But he did enough. At lease they were tight enough so he wouldnt bleed to death. In the end he sat down and leaned against the wall with his head tilted up. "Noah" he said and closed his eyes.
After a few seconds of silence, Noah spoke. "What about you?" He still kept his eyes closed. Having them closed made it feel like everything was a dream. The guy, the place, killing his father. Maybe he would just wake up to his room where his mother would be, brushing his hair out of his face.
Since he spoke about his, Noah only thought it was fair he did too. "Mines a bit complicate, but to sum it up I killed my father." That should be enough, right? He shouldn't say too much. He just wasn't the one to give in to all the rambling and stuff. "Care to talk about your multiple suicide attempts? " he asked him. Even though he said he didn't care about him, it's what he was supposed to ask.
"A lady friend? " he spoke, less of a question and more of a statement. He thought it was cool that he didn't want to speak about it. He would probably do the same thing. But the reason was because of a lady friend. "Who is this lady friend? You mean your girlfriend? "
Noah didn't know if he should be uncomfortable with the idea of being with someone who's bisexual but leans towards mean. Noah was straight, but that didn't mean he would hook up with any girl here since that was against his religion.
At his description, only one person came to his mind. His mother. He loved her and she loved him. She meant the world to him. Of course everyone should feel that way about his mother, but he really did care about her. Maybe it was because she died and he misses her badly. "Yah... I know" he mumbled and looked away from him.
felt the same way about his father, that was after he married his step mother of course. "did they try to kill you or something? " he guessed. The way he said it only made him think that way.
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