Eleven

i went back to the hospital two days later.

not because i had another seizure.

but because i wanted to return the sweater to the guy i had encountered that day.

"can i help you?" the receptionist asked.

"i'm looking for uh.. his name is.." upon this time he hadn't formally introduced himself, so i knew to him as a stranger.

"excuse me?"

"listen, i'm just here to return this sweater to a guy. he's tall, honey colored eyes, brunette."

"there are a lot of those in this building, i'm sorry, i don't think i can help you."

"wait, he has three freckles on the right side of his neck."

realization dawned on her as she continued to speak "you must be referring to our very own dallas bloom."

dallas?

i guess he looked like a dallas.

"yes. i think?"

"follow me."

i followed her down the left hall, towards the end until she abruptly stopped.

"right this way." she gestured for me to enter and left.

dallas looked up expressionless and muttered "blue, what brings you here."