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. He finally realizes that I�m in pain and says, �I�ll get the doctor.�
After what seems 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. The doctor continues, �You were hit by a car. You didn�t break anything, which is amazing, but you did have some bleeding. We were able to stop that. You�ve 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.� I finally understand what he�s asking. My head hurt like hell and he was scared that I had amnesia. I avoid the question by asking the other man 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 feel guilty, but with no job and no place to sleep, I have to eat tonight, and as long as I couldn�t remember who I am I have a better chance of getting that. After a while 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 than 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 continues, �Maybe the psych ward has an extra bed for you.�
�The psych ward,� I say out loud. I�m not going to the psych ward, with crazy people. I�d rather sleep in the park than in a psych ward.
�I can take her home,� Pacey pipes up, 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 a while, 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.
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