Random idea... WIP.

I watched as the cheeky nurse slid the glass doors of my room open, poking her head in. "You have a visitor!" she announced cheerfully, then stepped aside, blond curls bouncing.1

My eyes focused in behind her. A tall, lanky boy stood behind her, his hair dark and curly at the edges, wearing a plain black t-shirt despite the chill outside. His hands clasped a small bouquet of flowers, I noted with surprise, and his hands held it tightly, as though he was afraid of dropping it. His brown-green eyes watched me tentatively with a mix of affection and relief.2

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, trying not to make noise. "Hi," he said, once it was completely closed.3

"Hello," I answered carefully, sitting up a little straighter in my bed. I pulled the white sheets around me and shivered; the open door had let in an unwanted breeze that had ruffled my light brown hair.4

He stood there awkwardly for a moment, then stepped forward and carefully placed the colorful bouquet in my lap. "Those are for you," he added, trying to meet my eyes.5

"I kind of figured that," I muttered, looking at the tag connected to the flowers. It blatantly stated To Bev, Love Max.6

"Max?" I said under my breath.7

"That's me," he said, grinning for the first time. He was a cute guy, I noted. Could he be a secret admirer? a curious voice in my head wondered.8

"I missed you," he said, taking my hand in his. I jerked it away with a little gasp of surprise, and narrowed my eyes. He looked at me, obviously hurt.9

"What do you mean, you missed me?" I said gruffly, folding my arms.10

He looked at me in confusion, worry clouding his gentle features. "What do I mean? I mean it was hell not seeing you for those two weeks. It was hell not being able to hold you. Those were the longest two weeks of my life..."11

I felt revulsion rising in my throat like bile. Not holding me? I'd never seen this boy in my life, and he was telling me he missed holding me. I had to admit that he looked familiar; maybe I had seen him in school. Besides, I was dating Zane, and I knew for a fact I would always be faithful to him.12

"Look," I said in a soft voice, setting the flowers on the bedside table, "I can see you've got a thing for me. But I'm taken!" His shoulders stiffened. "See those things over there?" I pointed to the right of my bed, where a small collection of teddy bears, hearts and boxes of chocolates lay. "Those are from my boyfriend! Understand?"13

"Bev," Max said slowly, staring at me, "I'm your boyfriend."14

I looked at him incredulously. "I think I would recognize my own boyfriend," I spat. "My boyfriend is Zane Lawrence, have you got that?"15

He gaped at me, the blood draining from his face. There was a moment of shocked silence. 16

"Bev," he said, barely audibly, "How old are you?"17

"How old am I?" I echoed. "I'd think that my stalker would at least know that bit of information about me. I'm seventeen years old, eighteen this April."18

He looked even more baffled. "Who won the presidential election of '08?"19

"How the hell should I know?" I was getting angry now. "That's not until November. What are you playing at?"20

Max looked outright pale now. "Excuse me," he mumbled, and left the room.21

I sighed. What a psycho, I thought bitterly. Cute though.22

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples with the tips of my fingers. I pondered briefly what time Zane was going to visit me today. Today was the first time I could have visitors other than family since the accident. The noise of the door opening once more brought me back to the present, and I opened my eyes to see that Max had returned, blond nurse in tow.23

"Beverly?" the nurse asked politely.24

"It's Bev," Max and I said simultaneously. "What the hell?" I added.25

"We do that a lot," Max explained.26

"Bev," the nurse said, "What year is it?"27

"More stupid questions?" I said agitatedly. "Look, if you think I'm retarded, just talk to my teachers at Fairview. They'll be sure to tell you otherwise."28

"Bev, you don't go to Fairview," Max said nervously. I shot him a dark look.29

"Don't tell me who I am, Max." I hissed his name; he looked startled.30

"Please answer the question," the nurse reminded me sweetly.31

"It's 2008. Now will you please leave me alone?" I snapped. "Both of you."32

"Unfortunately, no," Max said with a sigh. "At least, the nurse can't. See, it's not 2008. It's 2009."33

I looked up at the nurse, hoping to see some sort of reaction from her. She stood still, smiling at me with what I supposed was meant to be understanding.34

"What?" I said a moment later, blinking.35

"You're 18 years old. You go to the University of Utah. You broke up with Zane almost a year ago, and it's January 2009." Max said this all in a very quiet voice, so quiet I could barely catch all of his words. He looked very grave.36

Silence.37

"We're going to have to run some tests," the nurse said kindly, "We suspect you might have had some head trauma we did not detect earlier." She turned to Max. "I'm afraid you have to leave now."38

"Of course." He nodded curtly and looked back at me, the hurt and fear showing plainly on his face. I could read him like a book and I didn't even know him... At least, I didn't think I knew him.39

"Bye," he said quickly, nodded to the nurse, and left.40

I stared after him, my mind numb.