I was confused about a lot of things, most especially the fact that I had stopped breathing while I had a fever. It might've been just Noah over-exaggerating my condition, but given he was so angry, it might've actually been true.
But even though it was true, why was he so angry? If he was worried, I'd believe he was worried that after I died, he would be lost but...
It looked like it was something else.
"What happened?" I asked as we both sat down, facing each other with an atmosphere that was as heavy as molded clay.
But Noah did not say anything. He kept his gaze down and his hands folded.
"Aren't you going to tell me? Say something, dammit!"
Even when I was being forceful with my demands, he stayed silent and kept his gaze down, ignoring me completely. Ugh, it was as if I was talking to a brick wall.
