I felt dizzy soon enough and sat down on a bench to get myself together. My head hurt and I could not seem to focus. Maybe I should have had the man call an ambulance after all. I had buried my head in my hands and was taking some steady breaths when something colourfully familiar caught my eye. Through my fingers, I was just about to make out a very lively orange as a backdrop to greenish tiki-like square heads with outrageous moustaches.
"This is Hell. The Devil is after the poor Soul," I smiled and looked at the funny man who was holding out a paper cup to me. Oddly enough, it held milk and honey.
"Thank you," I accepted and held the cup with both hands to warm them. The man frowned and inquired if I was cold. What a strange question. I was freezing.
"Maybe I should call that ambulance." He took his mobile phone from his rucksack. I insisted that that wasn't necessary.
"I just need to get to the apartment. Sam is a doctor. He can look after me."
"Sam being your – husband? Boyfriend?"
"Friend. A very good friend."
The man sighed and I shot him a questioning glance. Why would he be interested in Sam?
"I could walk you," he suggested, and I wasn't sure about his intentions.
"I'll be fine. Thanks for the milk," I said and binned my empty cup. With another smile at the ugly shirt I stood, swayed, and felt very very sick. The man looked shocked and held out his arm to help me sit. My vision was blurred and I tasted bile. I could also literally feel all blood and colour leave my face which felt not good at all. Embarrassed, I turned to the stranger and asked him to call that ambulance.
