touch. [ Joe Jonas ]

CHAPTER ONE

"Touch has
memory.„
John Keats.

Joe Jonas had pulled up his hoodie and had his sunglasses on while he walked with his head down on the hospital hallway. He avoided any looks, hoping that he wouldn't be recognized by anybody until he reached the reception. Keeping his sunglasses on, he shot the nurse a kind smile as she raised her head from the paperwork.

"How can I help you sir?"

"A girl was brought here about an hour ago, she was uh... hit in the head, she was alone. Brown hair, brown eyes, does it tell you anything?" He did his best trying to explain but the nurse stayed silent. He paused and reached for Thalia's ID on the back pocket of his jeans. He left it on the desk, letting The woman look at it. "I was there before the ambulance came, I found this on the street." He explained. The sunglasses probably didn't make him look very trustworthy but It was all he could do for now.

"Yes I remember her, she must be in surgery right now.-"

"Actually, she's in her room." Joe turned around and saw a tall woman with dark black hair standing behind him. She was dressed in purple scrubs and a white long coat. His eyes looked for her name on her scrubs which apparently was DR. LYNDSEY GOMEZ.

"Thank you for bringing this." She said snatching the ID from the desk "We were wondering who she was." She added, letting out a sigh of relief. Then she looked back at Joe, narrowing her eyes "and you are?"

He knew this question was coming and yet he was still anxious when he heard it. He hesitated but after taking a breath he replied with his name "Im Joe."

"Are you a friend of hers?"

"No- not really-"

"But you were there when she was assaulted?"

"No!" He answered quickly. Maybe too fast because he watched Dr. Gomez getting even more suspicious by the minute "I was out with my brothers and We saw her- My older brother saw her laying in the corner and we tried to help but we didn't see anything."

Joe felt Lindsey examining him closely with her strict eyes like she was trying to see under his sunglasses and find something.

"The police will be here soon. You think you can answer a couple of questions for them?"

Joe could hear Nick's voice in his head, telling him repeatedly to walk away. Any police drama wouldn't be good publicity for the band. A part of him wanted to say no, it was the best choice he had but looking at Dr. Gomez he knew that A) she wouldn't let him go and B) he would regret it if he didn't stay.

"Yes of course, anything you need."

Lindsey gave him a half smile, like she was getting her approval finally and nodded for him to follow her. He started walking slowly behind her, keeping his head down the whole time. The hallway was mostly empty but you never knew where a fan would pop up.