Banana Girl: a thatcherjoe love story

Chapter 26- 19 days, 13 minutes, 54 seconds

A hospital.
I knew, as soon as I woke up, that I was in a hospital- the smell, the squeaky floors, the crispy bed sheets, it was unmistakable.
Thing is, I couldn't for the life of me (irony) remember why I was there.
"Violet!" Cried the person in the chair next to me. He was cute, and very happy. He had brown-blonde hair and a short but sexy body. But he was obviously worn out- he'd clearly been here for a while, with red puffy eyes and pale skin, but even though I felt as though I recognised him, and I could've sworn I'd met him before, I had no idea who he was.
"Babe? Vi? What is it, honey?" His smile flickered at the edges.
Hmm. He knew my name. He called me 'babe.'
I don't have a boyfriend. Do I?

Joe's point of view

She looked tired and ill, but she was Violet. Under the bandages, the stitches, the meds, she was still my Violet. Besides, it was only a broken leg and a dislocated shoulder. It wasn't that bad.
"Vi? Violet?" She looked confused.
"Who are you?" She wondered out loud.
I almost choked. I'd been warned about this, but I refused to believe it- my girlfriend, the person I loved more than anything, and yet didn't she didn't even know who I was.
"Zoe!" I called worriedly, as she walked in.
"Zo!" cried Violet, bringing my sister into a hug, "I'm so pleased to see you! Why am I here? How long have I been here?"
What?! She remembered Zoe, but not me?!
"Slow down!" Smiled Zoe, happy tears in her eyes, "slow down! You're awake! Oh, you're awake!"
"How long have I been asleep?"
"19 days."
"What!? 19 days? Are you sure?! You must be wrong!"
Zoe shook her head, wiping away the tears of relief.
I couldn't take it. I called the doctor over for a word and Zoe came, too.

Violet's point of view

I noticed a lot of things during the 13 minutes and 54 seconds that Zoe and the cute guy spoke to the doctor.
The way that the floor was blue-ish around the edges, the way that the little black fly on the window kept buzzing, the way the clock was broken and skipped forward every 3 seconds.
And the way that I couldn't move my leg. Strange, I could see it, it was there under the duvet, but... I couldn't move it. I just couldn't.
The doctor walked over to my bed and looked at me. He was middle-aged with glasses, and he had distinct frown lines above his eyebrows.
"Violet," said the doctor, "how old are you?"
"Umm..." I looked at Zoe, "I think I'm seventeen. Why?"
The doctor nodded.
"What's your second name?"
"Stevens. I think. My dad always used to say I have a good name of four syllables, but why do you need to know? Surely it's on my records?!"
"Correct," The doctor nodded, "where do you live?"
"London. Somewhere. Would you just answer my questions?"
"Middle name?"
"I don't have one."
"Well done. Last question, who is this man?" He pointed to the hot guy with nice hair.
"I... I don't remember."