She leans on the bright blue wall and looks out the hospital’s window looking into something he can’t see, alone and worried in her trance, she has drifted so far that she can’t sense him and he’s right next to her, her scent awaking up an old fire, her hair teasing his face, silence never bothered him nor had she even been intimidated by silence but he wants to say something to pull her up.. He looks around and find the chocolate box that he bought untouched “The silver ones are really good” she turns to him in a puzzled expression and asks “what?” he points into the box’s direction and answers “the ones with the silver wrap are the best ” she smiles to his silliness, reads the concern behind his smile, drops her hand from her lap and silently holds is hand.

“What is wrong with you? Why can’t I keep you off my mind?”