She nodded, taking his hand and giving it a friendly squeeze. “It’s alright—” She said, smiling small, “I’m just glad you pulled through…” Last night she hadn’t remembered the last time she had been so worried. She didn’t know what it was, but in the last few weeks she had come to regard Noah as more of a friend then she ever had in the history of their acquaintance.
"You—" She raised her eyebrows, "Are a very lucky man.” She said, “The doctor said that had you been brought in any later…” She didn’t finish the sentence, instead shaking her head. Then. She laughed softly, “You definitely have someone watching over you.” She joked, not realizing how true the statement was. “I don’t know if it’s God or whatever— But I personally,” She smiled at him, “Am very grateful.”
She tilted her head, looking him in the eye for a few moments. “The doctor says you’re going to need to give yourself a lot of rest for awhile, give yourself time to heal…” She raised an eyebrow, “And I expect you to follow through on that.” She said. Somehow she just got the idea that that was probably the first rule Noah would break. He seemed like the sort to do that. Only thing was to make sure he didn’t, by keeping an eye on him.
"I know," he replied quietly, remembering snippets here and there of him slipping out of consciousness. The fact that it was not a straight line of memory was concerning enough. Noah tensed at the joke. Tracy did not realize how accurate her words were — even if the person that had been watching over him had not done it with the intention of wanting to keep him safe.
Or so Claude kept protesting.
Noah smiled to her at what was all but an order. “I’m not going to try to run any marathons any time sooner, if that’s what you expect,” he said, mostly dodging the question and what she had obviously meant. It was not more than a long pause under Tracy’s gaze, though, before he sighed. “I will… listen to my body.”
"I know I cannot pull the long hours I did before, or go after threats blindly again anytime soon…. But I do need to work. And try to protect this school as much as possible." A lump formed at the back of his throat over whether or not he should tell her about Claire.
His worry there might be all for naught. She could come through the door at any moment, or Claude could, or his phone could light up with an assurance…. No, he would not tell Tracy. Not if it wasn’t necessary. Not yet.
However— Noah cleared his throat. “Have you, um, talked to Claire recently?”