Noah wasn't exactly made to handle situations like this very well. He panics, and usually ends up making things generally worse than they were to begin with. He tries his best, though, and with you he tries maybe a bit harder than he needs to. He always does, but you're just so important to him. He's never had a male roommate, having grown up surrounded by his mother, his possibly overly judgemental sisters, and his mother's crowd of female friends. You're almost an adventure for him, a boy his age who doesn't hate his guts. At least, he doesn't think you do. But he's your roommate, and you're stuck together, whether you like it or not.

And currently, he's the only one who can look after you, since you're sick. You insist it's just a cold, but he is not taking any chances, and currently has you nestled in bed as he sorts through a bag of so-called 'essentials' that he hurriedly bought you from the store.

"So I got you soup, I know you hate tomato so I got you three flavours and only two of them are tomato because it's better for you than chicken noodle, I think, I don't actually know, but I think it is, and I got you cough drops, they're not sweets, I swear, and I got you tea in loads of flavours because I looked it up and it's good for you when you're sick, and-"

You were going to be here for quite some time.