Eleven

seven.

"i'm sorry, i really am."

he stayed silent, lighting up his cigarette, letting out a blow.

"you know, seeing as though your in a hospital, i'm guessing your sick in some way, so i highly doubt smoking will help your condition."

"i highly doubt i asked for your opinion."

i took this as a cue to be quiet and just let the wind fill the silence.

i opened my skittles and began to eat them.

the crinkling of the wrapper made his head turn in my direction.

"sorry." i saw myself saying once again.

"you know what?"  he stood up and sat right next to me and whispered in my ear.

"who are you?"

"indigo stevens."

"you mean to tell me, your parents named you a color."

"uh. well.. yes."

"they named you blue."

"no, it's indigo, there's a difference."

he picked up my skittles and began to eat some.

"it's a shade of blue."

"yea, you could say that."

"let's just say when i was little my mom bought me the 8pack crayon set and indigo wasn't in there, but you know what was. blue."

"bu-"

"let's cut to the chase, why are you here?"

he popped some skittles into his mouth as he asked me the question.

"i wanted to go for a walk."

he looked at me like i was stupid.

"no, idiot. i mean, why are you here? as in the hospital."

"i'm not an idiot and i had a seizure, i get them sometimes."

"i get it."

"why? you get them too."

"no, i get that you don't wanna admit your an idiot."