The doctor was silent for a long time. He had his legs crossed and his fingers interlocked with both elbows on the armrests of the chair in deep thought. Philosophical thought I imagined. His eyes were flat and expressionless, almost like a statue, staring out into the world outside as the people walked by unaware of what was going on at that very moment.
When we finished setting up our dining room area, a dark brown table, and four chairs, and sat down to take a rest the smoke came, and my body shut down. Kayla, with her quick thinking and her surprisingly quicker reflexes, slapped me into next week and brought me back to reality. I was seeing triple and black dots and Kayla with a look of concern on her face.
The next time it happened was when I was in high school, ninth grade. I was a skinny kid with cloudy hazel eyes, a chiseled jawline, bushy eyebrows and curly yet slick, jet-black hair I often pulled back into a ponytail.