Olly glanced up at Hope as she introduced herself. "Hi Hope. We've met...several times." At least once last year, Ava's birthday, on the train. How could they not have met? She was Noelle's cousin. And Noelle was one of Olly's best friends. Of course he knew who she was.

He turned his attention back to Noelle. She was claiming to be alright but he did not believe her one bit. He sent her a very skeptical look and shook his head. She could pretend not to be hurt all she wanted but he wasn't going to let her get away with it. She had to do something.

"Noelle," he said. "You're not fine." Worse, yes, maybe. He could believe that. But having worse did not mean that this was bad. Having an arm cut off was worse than breaking a leg, but that did not mean breaking a leg wasn't bad. It wasn't a perfect analogy but it worked. "You should at least get checked out by someone who knows what they're doing to make sure you're okay." He crossed his arms over his chest. He was not leaving until she agreed to get some sort of help.