A tiny change today brings a dramatic change tomorrow.
-Richard Bach
I just exited Dr. Hollis's office at the end of our weekly session. Each session is still quite new, but the notebook she gave me has all the things that I don't like saying out loud. In all honesty, though, I couldn't care less about the sessions at the moment. Everything's the same with all the doctors except the whole "basically writing a novel for my therapist" thing.
After every session I've had in the last three weeks, I've seen him. That guy I literally bumped into keeps popping into my thoughts. I can't seem to figure out why, though; I don't even know his name. Despite these facts, there's something about him that I can't really explain. It's just that every time that I've seen him, I felt this strange pull. It feels like I need him like there's something I need to tell him that I can't remember.
I go and say bye to Amy, the secretary. Amy has to be one of the sweetest secretaries in the world. She is always looking out for others, and she never does anything rude to people, at least not as long as I've been a patient here. As I turn around, the mystery man is right behind me. We crash into each other and somehow his head ends up hitting the edge of the front desk. Yet in the end, both of us are on the floor.
"Are you okay?" he asks as he sits up and hovers over me checking on me. He begins to reach for my forehead. His hand gently falls over my forehead as he checks for any cuts that might be there.
"I think so, yeah. Are you sure you're okay? Oh my God, you're bleeding!"
"Really? I don't feel a thing," he says while reaching his hand up to his slowly bleeding forehead. "Huh, would you look at that," he says smirking, as he looks back at his now slightly crimson fingertips. He wipes his hands on his shirt. I sit him up against the front of Amy's desk, this way he is no longer hovering over me.
As he sits against the desk, I begin to notice his facial features. His eyes are a miraculously beautiful shade of amber much different from my striking cognac stained eyes. It's calming in a way. He as a diamond-shaped face, only slightly more muscular than my heart-shaped face. His hair is a dark golden brown, as mine is that of a wild rose color. His hair was in a disheveled undercut, compared to my spiral-permed hair. He was gorgeous.
"Amy, could call an ambulance? Just to make sure he is okay and doesn't have a concussion or something," she doesn't respond, but I can hear the beeping of numbers on her desk phone.
"There's no need. It's really not that bad," he says as he begins to move his hand up to his now oozing forehead. He winces as soon as his hand reaches the bloody edge of his head. "Oh, would you look at that? I guess it is that bad," he continues while looking down at his now crimson tactile members.
"Ha, I told you so. Even if it wasn't though, I would ask someone to call an ambulance to be safe and sure."
"Well thank you for caring for a stranger like me, um. Oh darn, I just realized that we didn't even get to properly introduce ourselves."
"Oh my name is Isabelle, but most of my friends call me Isby. It's kind of like my signature nickname," I say while sitting up against the desk, like him, while we begin the wait for the ambulance.
"Nice, I like it. Well, my name is Axel, but most of my friends call me Axel," we both begin to slightly laugh.
"Ha ha very funny."
"Well, anyway I'd like to thank you for helping me out Isabelle, even though it is kind of your fault."
"Is not. You were way too close when I turned around to leave," I shot back in a kid-like voice.
"Maybe, but you shouldn't have made the whole lobby look at us."
"True, true. Again, if you hadn't been so close to me."
"Okay, okay I get it Isy. I'm sorry," he says as his voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Did you just call me Isy?" I ask before I allow myself to even consider his sarcastic tone.
"Yeah, why?"
"No one has ever called me that. It's just new I guess," I say with a confused face.
"Well, you're welcome for giving you something new," he replies with a smirk reaching his lips.
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Somehow we had gotten an ambulance together. For some reason, it felt strange hearing the doctors talk about my health in front of a stranger, mostly anyway. It took about fifteen to twenty minutes to get to the actual hospital.
When we get to the hospital, we are taken to different floors, so I didn't even know his room when I got settled in. I didn't have anything wrong with me, I didn't really understand why they were keeping me. They said that they are going to keep me for extra tests or in case anything happens. Which I guess makes sense considering it is the most generic thing that a doctor can say.
