Lost Love

12. Friendzone

I smirk at that. ‘Staples are so sexy, aren’t they?’

‘You model them so well,’ he tells me with a wink.

We watch as the train comes in, and as I go to leave, he grabs my wrist to stall me.  

 ‘Yeah?’ I question.

‘I love you,’ he says softly, pressing a brief kiss to my forehead. ‘So much.’

Pulling back, I nod. ‘I know, Oz. See you on Monday.’

The journey home on the train is peaceful and just what I need after an interesting night out. As promised, Daisy is waiting at the train station when I get there at 8am; dressed in a red tea dress and denim jacket, she stands when she sees me. She gives me a hug, before taking one of my bags and leading me to her car. We decide to head straight to the hospital for the appointment rather than going between places. After finding the correct ward, we head up the stairs, due to Daisy’s aversion to lifts and wait outside the room.

I relay what went on last night and mention Emma, when Daisy turns to look at me as I ask. ‘Did I ever mention an Emma before?’

‘Emma who lives with Ozzy?’ She clarifies.

I nod, before she nods too.

‘Yeah, you weren’t a fan of hers.’

‘Mm, I thought as much. Do you know why?’

She frowns at me, shooting me a cautious look. ‘Should I be telling you or should you be finding out for yourself?’

‘Tell me,’ I ask, well beg her.

‘Well you didn’t like her.’

‘I gathered that, but why? She doesn’t seem particularly friendly.’

‘From what you told me, she wasn’t easy to get along with. The rest of his flat you get along with, but not her.’

‘Why not her though?’ I persist, getting a little fed up with all this subtle and hidden talk.

She sighs a little, clearly not wanting to tell me. ‘Immy, I think you should just ignore her and forget what you felt. Has she bothered you?’

‘A little. Okay well maybe a lot. We went out last night and she was a bit of a bitch to me. She took us to this bar and they had a boyfriend and girlfriend quiz night, which apparently Ozzy and I always won, and so we were dragged up there to compete and I flunked and ran off crying and Emma found it all incredibly amusing. Then she was moaning about us leaving early. She just doesn’t seem to want to be nice.’

‘Imogen Howard?’ A woman calls out from a room. Daisy stands up with me and she follows me through to the small room. The woman scans through the notes before looking up at me and smiling.

‘I’m Nurse Fielding. I’ll be removing the eight staples from your head today.’ She goes through the procedure about what is going to happen, from numbing the area to extracting the staples and then checking on the scarring.

I sit on an uncomfortable chair, with Daisy facing me and holding my hands as the nurse begins to take the staples out, one by one. As she does this, a familiar voice enters the room and I recognise it as my first doctor. I don’t look up, seeing as Nurse Fielding is busy extracting the metal from my head, so just listen.

‘How are you getting on, Imogen?’ He asks, sitting beside Daisy.

‘I’m coping.’

‘And the memory?’

‘Not back yet. Nothing at all from before the accident.’

He exhales before saying, ‘You really are more than one in hundreds of millions, Imogen. Have you been to counselling?’