i could hear his voice. i just couldn't say or do anything.
"oh god, blue!"
he rushed over, frantically holding me in his arms, trying to stop it. he didn't know that it wasn't that simple.
"help! somebody fucking help me!" he shouted.
i could feel his nervous breathing as he mumbled profanities.
i felt him leave my side for a few seconds before he came back draping the towel over my cold body and cradling me in his arms again.
"hello 911, this is dallas bloom. i'm here at the smithdale beach with my friend, she's having s seizure and i'm freaking out here."
*mumbling over the phone*
"i can't fucking calm down, get someone here fast."
i couldn't hear the rest of the conversation because i blacked out.
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Eleven
القصة القصيرةwe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...
