They all are very protective of each other. If there's one similarity that they all share, it's that they are so protective of one another. When one of them hurts, they all hover around as much as they are able. If they are not able to be there, they likely don't sleep, all hanging around, waiting for word, waiting until they can come over.
Seth is definitely not sleeping even slightly. He may be walking between his house and Rachel's, constantly checking his phone and his journal especially when midnight passes and there's no word yet. The fact that there is not word is proof to everyone at that point that the transformation happened.
Noah wasn't able to write to them for about an hour or two after it started, because of everything he was trying to keep control over. He promised them all that when it was safe and okay, he'd write and they could come over to distract her. He'll do it one at a time, and Seth will be the first one allowed over, slowly build up from there.
That is the moral of the lesson. He smiles a bit at her. Yes, she took him under her wing and she taught him and protected him and he did the same for her in time. It started with dirt but ended up in friendship. The most important friendship of his life. It's a lesson. Not everything that starts out in the dirt will end that way.
Noah understands-- understands half because he can feel it and half because he was there before. There is no way she'll know what's going on for long periods, because she is in so much pain. There's so much pain that she gets lost in it, and there isn't Rachel. It's just pain, nonstop.
It hurts.
It hurts so much more than his own transformation in ways that he cannot even begin to explain, and he can't pass out from it. He's there. He's knowing what's happening to her body, and because it's her pain and he feels it and knows that it is hers, it is so much worse beyond all words, beyond all ability that he will or could ever have to explain it.
It's like skin being ripped from his bones, knowing she is pain, knowing he cannot take it away.
There are periods where he physically cannot leave her. She is screaming and moving in pain on the bed, and he gives her space at times, afraid of holding her too tight. There are times when she'd be in such pain, moving around that her hand or her body would kick out unknowingly hitting him.
He knows she wouldn't want that so he shoves himself on the floor beside her bed and waits until she calms again and he returns.
"I won't go," Noah says to her, jaw locked, and his voice is low but certain despite the tearing feeling through his chest, through his heart that wants to rip itself from his chest and help her.
There's no sense in it. If he could rip his heart from his chest, it wouldn't help her. "I won't." His hand remains against the back of her neck when she rests her forehead against him. His hand is cool, and he can feel that she's in a feverish state.
Seth is definitely not sleeping even slightly. He may be walking between his house and Rachel's, constantly checking his phone and his journal especially when midnight passes and there's no word yet. The fact that there is not word is proof to everyone at that point that the transformation happened.
Noah wasn't able to write to them for about an hour or two after it started, because of everything he was trying to keep control over. He promised them all that when it was safe and okay, he'd write and they could come over to distract her. He'll do it one at a time, and Seth will be the first one allowed over, slowly build up from there.
That is the moral of the lesson. He smiles a bit at her. Yes, she took him under her wing and she taught him and protected him and he did the same for her in time. It started with dirt but ended up in friendship. The most important friendship of his life. It's a lesson. Not everything that starts out in the dirt will end that way.
Noah understands-- understands half because he can feel it and half because he was there before. There is no way she'll know what's going on for long periods, because she is in so much pain. There's so much pain that she gets lost in it, and there isn't Rachel. It's just pain, nonstop.
It hurts.
It hurts so much more than his own transformation in ways that he cannot even begin to explain, and he can't pass out from it. He's there. He's knowing what's happening to her body, and because it's her pain and he feels it and knows that it is hers, it is so much worse beyond all words, beyond all ability that he will or could ever have to explain it.
It's like skin being ripped from his bones, knowing she is pain, knowing he cannot take it away.
There are periods where he physically cannot leave her. She is screaming and moving in pain on the bed, and he gives her space at times, afraid of holding her too tight. There are times when she'd be in such pain, moving around that her hand or her body would kick out unknowingly hitting him.
He knows she wouldn't want that so he shoves himself on the floor beside her bed and waits until she calms again and he returns.
"I won't go," Noah says to her, jaw locked, and his voice is low but certain despite the tearing feeling through his chest, through his heart that wants to rip itself from his chest and help her.
There's no sense in it. If he could rip his heart from his chest, it wouldn't help her. "I won't." His hand remains against the back of her neck when she rests her forehead against him. His hand is cool, and he can feel that she's in a feverish state.
He won't leave.
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