Noah quickly threw on a t-shirt with a pair of jeans and headed to the hospital. He was anxious to “go visit” his fiance. The entire way over he couldn’t stop thinking about the things he wanted to do to the Irish boy. As he pulled into the hospital he could feel his heart beat faster and he opened the door as quickly as he could. He took a few deep breath’s and walked through the doors, heading straight to his room. With a smirk on his face he leaned against the door frame, examining the boy in the bed. “Hey you.” He chuckled and began walking over to him, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.