They told me he was bouncing off the halls all flush faced and muttering and these halls aren't narrow affairs; being an old building built back before the economics of space and energy. He must have made it from the bottom of his own wing to the main corridor unnoticed because somebody would have stopped him or maybe he was followed but he knew to turn left toward the exit signs moving past the parking garage and the restrooms and the elevators, heading toward the exit from our hub into the core of the mother ship. Sam, I'm told, caught him by the shoulders before he passed through those doors.
I don't remember who stepped into my office, maybe I had my door shut but he must have walked right by me. Davi said, no! You can't go down there right now. There are too many people and he needs room to breathe. He's extremely agitated and disoriented and doesn't need another body in his space. I wanted to say, but he's my guy! I didn't. I just stood there.
My new boss came to get me and asked if I wanted to go down the hall to fetch him and I said yes, maybe a little too vigorously but he was already back up and in the men's room and Sam brought him out and he looked six kinds of hell and didn't recognize anyone. The auditor picked up a chair, lifting it over his head from the small reception area outside my office and set it down next to me. Sam made him sit, which was hard because while he's not huge, he's solid and Sam is strong but he's not a bouncer. He said, I need to go outside, I want to get up, I want to go to my office and twisted his hands like his fingers would come off and wild-eyed, finally looked at me for a moment all the while I'm talking to him, it's ok, you need to stay here with me, ok? It's ok, you're ok, you're so good, it's ok, you need to stay here with me, ok? And he asked, what happened to me?
My boss's boss stood on the other side of the chair and we waited an alarmingly long time for EMS to arrive while it was determined that 911 from the mother ship routed us to the wrong county and our in case of emergency system was useless and I got him to spit out his wife's cell phone number because even though I had his home number she was at work and a few hours later I sat in my driveway typing the first of many emails describing his symptoms for the ER docs because he remembered nothing...
At 11:30 he was home to go to bed and so could I. Today he will finally see a neurologist and on Monday he will come back in here. Perhaps.
This is the end of week 8. Today is.