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“Mum...” I put a hand to my head, forgetting about my injury, and wince. “What are you talking about?” “Here we are!” Maureen comes back into the room, bearing a glass of orange juice. “Dr. Harman's just coming along to check you over.”
“I must go, darling.” Mum gets to her feet. “I left the car on some extortionate parking meter. And the congestion charge! Eight pounds I had to pay!” That's not right either. The congestion charge isn't eight pounds. I'm sure it's only five quid, not that I ever use a car My stomach plunges. Oh my GodMum's getting dementia. That has to be it. She's already going senile, at the age of fifty-?four. I'll have to speak to one of the doctors about her.
“I'll be back later with Amy and Eric,” she says, heading to the door. Eric? She really calls her dogs some odd names. “Okay, Mum.” I smile brightly, to humor her. “Can't wait.” As I sip my juice I feel a bit shaken up. Everyone thinks their mum is a bit crazy. But that was seriously crazy. What if she has to go into a home? What will I do with all the dogs? My thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door, and a youngish doctor with dark hair enters, followed by three other people in medical uniforms. “Hello there, Lexi,” he says in a pleasant, brisk manner. “I'm Dr. Harman, one of the resident neurologists here. These are Nicole, a specialist nurse, and Diana and Garth, our two trainee doctors. So, how are you feeling?” “Fine! Except my left hand feels a bit weird,” I admit. “Like I've been sleeping on it and it isn't working properly.” As I lift up my hand to show him, I can't help admiring my amazing manicure again. I must ask Fi where we went last night. “Right.” The doctor nods. “We'll take a look at that; you may need some therapy. But first I'm going to ask you a few questions. Bear with me if some of them seem blindingly obvious.“ He flashes a professional smile and I get the feeling he's said all this a thousand times before. ”Can you tell me your name?“ ”My name's Lexi Smart,“ I reply promptly. Dr. Harman nods and adds a tick mark in his folder. ”And when were you born?“ ”Nineteen seventy-?nine.“ 26 ”Very good.“ He makes another note. ”Now, Lexi, when you crashed your car, you bumped your head against the windshield. There was a small amount of swelling to your brain, but it looks as though you've been very lucky. I still need to do some checks, though.“ He holds up his pen. ”If you'd like to look at the top of this pen, I'm going to move it from side to side.“ Doctors don't let you get a word in, do they? ”Excuse me!“ I wave at him. ”You've mixed me up with someone else. I didn't crash any car.“ Dr. Harman frowns and flips back two pages in his folder. ”It says the patient was involved in a traffic accident.“ He looks around the room for confirmation. Why is he asking them? I'm the one it happened to. ”Well, they must have written it down wrong,“ I say firmly. ”I was out clubbing with my friends and we were running for a taxi and I fell. That's what happened. I remember it really well.“ Dr. Harman and Maureen exchange puzzled looks. ”It was definitely a traffic accident,“ murmurs Maureen. ”Two vehicles, side-?on. I was down in Emergency and I saw her come in. And the other driver. I think he had a minor arm fracture.“ ”I couldn't have been in a car crash.“ I try to keep my patience. ”For a start, I don't have a car. I don't even know how to drive!“ I'm intending to learn to drive one day. It's just that I've never needed to since living in London, and lessons are so expensive, and it's not like I can afford a car. ”You haven't got a...“ Dr. Harman flips over a page and squints at the writing. ”A Mercedes convertible?“ ”A Mercedes?“ I snort with laughter. ”Are you serious?”
“But it says here” 27 “Look.” I cut him off as politely as I can. “I'll tell you how much twenty-?five-?year-?old sales associates at Deller Carpets earn, okay? And you tell me if I can afford a Mercedes convertible.” Dr. Harman opens his mouth to answerbut is interrupted by one of the trainees, Diana, who taps his shoulder. She scribbles something on my notes and Dr. Harman's mouth snaps open again in shock. His eyes meet the trainee's; she raises her eyebrows, glances at me, then points at the paper again. They look like a pair of mime-?school rejects. Now Dr. Harman is coming closer and gazing intently at me with a grave expression. My stomach starts flipflopping. I've seen ER, I know what that expression means. Lexi, we did a scan and we saw something we weren't expecting to find. It could be nothing. Except it's never nothing, is it? Otherwise why would you be on the show? “Is something really wrong with me?” I say almost aggressively, trying to suppress the sudden wobble of terror in my voice. “Just tell me, okay?” My mind is already ripping through the possibilities. Cancer. Hole in the heart. Lose a leg. Maybe I've already lost a legthey just didn't want to tell me. Surreptitiously I feel through the blankets. “Lexi, I want to ask you another question.” Dr. Harman's voice is gentler. “Can you tell me what year it is?” “What year it is?” I stare at him, thrown. “Don't be alarmed,” he says reassuringly. “Just tell me what year you think it is. It's one of our standard checks.” I look from face to face. I can tell they're playing some kind of trick on me, but I can't work out what. “It's 2004,” I say at last. 28 There's a weird stillness in the room, as if no one wants to breathe. “Okay.” Dr. Harman sits down on the bed. “Lexi, today is May 6,2007.” His face is serious. All the others appear serious too. For an instant a frightening chink seems to open up in my brainbut then, with a rush of relief, I get it. This is a windup! “Ha-?ha.” I roll my eyes. “Very funny. Did Fi put you up to this? Gr Carolyn?”