Chapter 3

Joey POV

I open my eyes slowly. When they finally begin to focus I notice a really white room. I turn my head to find a man sleeping in a chair by my bed. He looks familiar but I can't place where I know him from. I try to remember what happened but all I can concentrate on is my head. I groan at the major migraine which wakes the sleeping figure next to me.

"Oh you're awake?" He asks obviously in a daze. Duh I'm awake I say to myself but the pain is getting worse so I just slightly shake my head. Then he finally realizes that I'm in pain as he says, "I'll get the doctor."

After what seemed like eternity, a man who was obviously the doctor walked in, "Hello I'm Dr. Moshe. Do you remember what happened?"

I shake my head slightly no. I notice the man who was sleeping when I awoke had followed the doctor in. As the doctor continues, "You were hit by a car. You didn't break anything which is amazing, but you did have some internal bleeding. We were able to stop that. You have been in a coma for two days. How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts," I mumble.

"The nurse will get you some pain medication in a few minutes," Dr. Moshe states, "Do you know your name?"

What kind of question was that? Yes I know my name. I'm Josephine Potter the graduate from Worthington that used to work as a file clerk but now doesn't have a job or an apartment. I guess he didn't like the fact that I wasn't answering him yet because he said, "You had no identification on you so we need to know." Then I finally understood what he was asking. My head hurt like hell and he was scared that I had amnesia. I avoid the question by asking another to the man standing in the room, "Who are you?"

"I'm Pacey Witter," Pacey answers.

"Do I know you?" I ask.

"No, um I was the one driving the car that hit you. I feel really bad about it I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention," Pacey states. Then it hit me where I recognized him from. He was the rich man that was on that magazine cover.

Dr. Moshe interrupted, "We still need to know your name miss."

All of a sudden I realized I could use this information to my advantage. Pacey obviously felt really bad but he would feel even worse if I didn't remember my name and maybe even open up his huge wallet. So I slowly answer, "I don't remember."

"We were afraid of that," Dr. Moshe says as he walked Pacey out of the room.

I lay there thinking of the lie I just told. I had a feeling of guilt but with no job and no place to sleep, I had to eat tonight, and as long as I couldn't remember who I was I had a better chance of getting that. After awhile the doctor and Pacey return. Dr. Moshe spoke first, "Well since you didn't have any I.D. on you we don't know your name."

"And neither do I," I say feigning innocence. This was going to be harder then I thought.

"Well I guess you just make one up then," Dr. Moshe said.

I thought for a moment. I had no clue what to come up with. Then my best friend from grade school came to mind. I decide to use that, "For some reason Katie is sticking in my head."

"Well Katie since you don't remember anything I can't let you go anywhere," Dr. Moshe states. Then he continued, "Maybe the psych ward has an extra bed for you."

"The psych ward," I say out loud. I'm not going to the psyche ward, with crazy people. I'd rather sleep in the park then in a psych ward.

"I can take her home," Pacey pipes in removing me from my thoughts.

"Really?" Dr Moshe and I question at the same time.

"Yeah it's the least I can do considering I caused all of this," Pacey says.

"Okay well I'll sign the release forms and you'll be free to go," Dr. Moshe says. As he turns to leave the room he adds, "Just take it easy for awhile Katie."

"Okay. I will," I say getting ready to go. A small smile creeps across my face. Not only did I escape the psych ward, I just escaped my life.