Banana Girl: a thatcherjoe love story

Chapter 27- partial memory loss

I woke up, my mouth dry and my hands cold.
"Mum?" I cried; I wanted her to be with me, to hold my hand, make me feel like a baby- warm, safe, carefree.
"Darling," she cried, half-running into the room, "you're awake!"
We were still in New York and I was in hospital because I'd been hit by a car, suffering a broken leg, dislocated shoulder, mild concussion and partial memory loss. I'd been asleep for 2 hours, apparently. Mum said I'd had a panic attack trying to remember the cute boy's name, and they'd put me on anaesthetics.
"Joe." She said, "his name is Joe."
"Why should I know him? How did he know me?"
"You really don't remember." She said. She sort of drifted off for a moment, seeming to forget we'd been talking.
"Mum?"
"Oh, right, yeah! Um, he was... He was your boyfriend. You loved him-"
"What?"
"You love him... Well, loved him..."
"I can't believe I could forget something like that!"
"Well, it's okay, I'm sure everything will be fi-"
"Get him. Now. I need to speak to him."
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"So... Your mum said you wanted me?" He broke the silence that had been there for ages- I'd asked him to come but I hadn't even spoken to him.
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Dunno."
"Oh. Okay."
Silence.
"So... Did you need anything?"
"No."
"Okay."
"Oh my god! What is that?" I cried, pointing to his crotch, which had a pointy thing sticking up from under his jeans. I really hoped it wasn't-
"Hm? Oh, cr•p! Sorry, Vi!" He pulled out a banana from his pocket, and I sighed in relief. A banana. It was just a banana.
"Y' know," I began, "it's really weird."
"What is?"
"I remember buying a banana once."
"Yeah, you're right, that's really weird." He said, sarcasm weaved into his voice.
"No, I mean," I said, sighing, "I remember buying a banana, but you were there. And a limo. And... There was some other stuff."
"Like what?" He sounded excited, and he was almost smiling.
"I think it was at the London Eye. I think there was a really slutty waitress. No, wait. We bought bananas. Then we were in a limo, then there was a restaurant with-"
"The really slutty waitress?"
"Right. And then we went to the London Eye. Yeah."
"Vi?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you remember anything else?"
"Umm... Yeah! I remember... Oh my god! Joe! Yes! I remember you!" Suddenly, a tidal wave of memory flooded my brain, drowning my thoughts and floating around my mind. I could see all of the last few months, mostly Joe, swimming in front of my very eyes.
"Vi? Violet?"
"Yes! Oh my gosh, Joe! I remember! I remember everything!"
"Everything? Like moving in?"
"Yes!"
"Kissing?"
"Yes!"
"Me cheating on you?"
"You WHAT?!"
"Vi, I'm joking! I'm joking! But you remember! You remember everything!"
"Yeah!" I was happy right then, despite my shoulder, my leg and my stiff, aching body. I remembered .
"I love you, Joe Sugg."
"I love you, too, Violet Stevens."

A/N
Yay, everybody's happy again! Just to say, I'm suffering from a severe case of writers block so will be 'recovering' in time. 😜Please leave suggestions and ideas; if they're fitting with the story then I could include them. Shoutout to _kcsplat_ for reading and being awesome!!
R xx