Author: Jen
Author's Note: This story was inspired from the episode of Full House where Michelle loses her memory.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything or any of the characters.
A/N: Can the six friends and a new love survive a damaging accident? Please review, thanks!
We stared at Joey lying in the hospital bed, sleeping.
"I can't believe this happened," Monica whispered. Our gloomy looks were plastered on our faces as his eyes began to open.
"Joey!" Phoebe smiled at him.
"Hey man, how are you?" Chandler inquired. All three of us girls took his hand to comfort him. He looked down at our hands in his with an odd expression.
"Fine?" he said uncomfortably. We all looked at each other.
"What's wrong, honey?" I asked.
"Who are you?"
Monica shakily let go of his hand.
"What?" her voice filled with worry. Chandler put his arm around her. The doctor came in then.
"Ah, look whose up," the doctor commented.
"Doctor, he doesn't recognize us, why can't he remember anything?" Monica panicked.
"What's happening?" Ross questioned him.
"This is normal. A hit to the head can cause memory loss, but it should be temporary," he informed us. He left after a brief check- up.
We stayed with him the whole day, only telling him very little. Mainly, his name, job, and family; the doctor told us not to force too much. At five, Ross and Phoebe had to stop by their work and Monica and Chandler went to dinner. I stayed in the room. I've never seen Joey so quiet, it was so strange. He began watching me like I was a stranger, which I guess I am now; to him.
"Do you feel any better?" I tried to break the silence.
"Yeah," he stated simply.
"So, um Chandler and Monica…" he said the names in a question.
"Yeah," I assured him they were the correct names.
"Are they together?"
"Yes."
"Are they in love?"
"Yes," I smiled at him and at the thought of my two friends in love. He nodded and looked down in thought.
"And uh Phoebe and Ross?"
"Phoebe's engaged to Mike and Ross is dating a girl named Charlie," I informed him.
"And what about you?" he asked.
"Uh, actually, we are dating."
He looked at me, unsure of how to respond.
"You're my girlfriend?" I nodded and walked over to his bedside. "But you're all like best friends?"
"Oh, we all are. You and I were friends first too… we still are," I told him.
"So, how did it happen?"
I thought back to the long and confusion trail of events that led to us.
"It's a long story," I said.
"I wish I could remember," he sighed sadly. His face struck me right away and I felt awful instantly. Now, I was wishing he could remember everything too. It wasn't even our new relationship, but our whole friendship was lost to him. I was battling burning tears now and I reached out and took his hand. He looked at me and shared a small smile, but it wasn't his. It wasn't the warm smile my friend Joey always gave me. Instead, it was almost a pity smile, a meaningless smile you give the old lady you're holding the door open for at the grocery store. I longed for the Joey I knew with his adoring smile and loving, carefree personality. I realized I was staring at a stranger too.