This choice: It's all too much for you and you pass out. • Go Back...Chapter #4It's all too much for you and you pass out. by: Wassel   You weren't entirely sure if it was the news that both your father and Randall's parents had agreed to this already when they sanctioned the transplant, or if the various drugs you were being pumped full of were suddenly once again kicking in, but as you lay there, sobbing, you felt yourself becoming extremely lightheaded and dizzy. Watching as the two doctors before you quickly started to fade. The sound of beeping and your name being called being about the last thing you heard before everything finally went black...
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"...I... I think he's coming round," a voice suddenly said. Penetrating the darkness. "Tim? ...Tim, can you hear me?" It sounded a lot like your father's.
"Hnh..." you groaned. Unable to form any sort of legible words as the world finally came too. Opening your eyes with some difficulty then, to see a figure hovering above you. It being your father right enough. With a big grin painted across his face.
"Oh, thank God!"
You meanwhile had no idea what was happening. Your mind and body being extremely fuzzy and weak.
"Dad...? Where am I? What's going on?" you asked him. Croaking slightly as you tried to lift your head to see for yourself. Finding it rather difficult to do.
"Take it easy, Tim. You're in hospital. You've been here since the crash."
"Crash?"
Of course. The crash. You remembered now. The truck that had plowed into your car on the way home from the game. Waking up to hear that your mother had died and that your best friend Randall's brain had been put inside her body. It not seeming possible somehow.
Explaining all this to you again and assuring you that it was real, your father did his best to comfort you as best he could. Not having much success truth be told. It feeling a lot like your entire world had just come crashing down around you. It being almost impossible to accept that your mother was gone, and even more impossible that Randall was now essentially her. Your father then informing you that he was doing well and had been adapting to this difficult situation a lot better than anyone would have thought. Explaining how he was now living at yours and had been for some time, to keep up the pretense.
This admittedly came as quite a shock to you. Asking him, "How... how long have I been asleep?" It feeling like just yesterday that the crash had happened. How could he have adapted so quickly?
"Well, uh... that's the thing..." your father awkwardly stuttered. As if not entirely sure how to break it to you. "You've been in a coma for quite some time, son. Nearly four months."
Four months?!?!
You couldn't quite believe it. How could so much time have passed? How could you have been out of it for that long?
Apparently, according to Dr. Kerry (who soon appeared and was glad to see you awake), there had been an delayed after effect from the crash, and it had taken you that long to fully recover. Assuring you that everything was alright now and that they'd had been waiting patiently for the last few days for you to awaken. Hence your father's presence.
And so, after being given adequate time to get used to this news, and be given a final once over from the doctors, you were quickly brought up to speed on what you had missed. Which appeared to be quite a lot. Apparently Randall had been released from hospital not long after you'd gone into your coma and had been staying with your family ever since. Both to keep up "appearances", and also because his own father and religious nut of a step-mother had basically disowned him. Wanting nothing more to do with him now that he was an abomination in the eyes of the Lord of whatever crap you're certain Alice would have come out with. Having never really liked her. Randall had taken it pretty well though, according to your father, having had somewhat of a tumultuous relationship with the two of them as it was and had managed to settle into his new life as Jennifer Connors, housewife and mother.
"Settle in? You're kidding me? He's really doing okay with it all?"
"Yes. I mean, obviously it was a little rough at the start. For the first month or so at least, but he seems to have accepted this is how things have to be now and he's getting on with things. He even does all the cooking around the house, and David and Tabitha have gotten pretty used to his presence."
"Wow. I can't... I can't believe it," was all you could say. Not being able to imagine this at all. "Randall as a woman... as Mom!"
"I know. It all must sound so bizarre," your father replied. Letting you know that you weren't the odd one out here. "If I hadn't seen his progress first hand, with my own eyes, I wouldn't be able to believe it either. But it's true. He's doing really well, and he'll be super happy to see you once we get you back home."
Home... Jesus, you thought. Not being entirely sure you were prepared for that just yet. This being a hell of a lot to take in.
"Uh, yuh-yeah... me too," you awkwardly muttered. Wondering to yourself as you did what it would actually be like seeing Randall inside your mother's body. How it would feel. You guys had been as thick as thieves growing up and pretty much shared everything, but how would it now be seeing your mom's face staring back at you instead of his goofy one? How would it be hearing her voice coming out of his mouth? Would you even be able to cope?
They all have, you tried to assure yourself, ... somehow,, as Dr. Kerry then went over when exactly you'd be able to be discharged. Needing to apparently stay in at least over night. Your father then arranging to come pick you up first thing tomorrow, before heading on his way.
That night, unsurprisingly, you found yourself quite unable to sleep (having done enough of that these last four months already). Your head swimming with thoughts of Randall, and your mother. Your mother who you would now never get to see ever again, at least not as she'd been. Kind, considerate, caring, though not without a temper when you got her riled up (as you and your siblings often had in the past). She had always been there for you through thick and thin. A shoulder to cry on. A sounding board whenever you needed. She was always on hand with good advice. Not to mention her cooking had been second to none. It being hard to believe that Randall had actually stepped into her place in that regard. You were going to miss her more than you could ever possibly express, but you knew that deep down, its what she would have wanted. She would have wanted Randall to go on. To have a second chance at life. Having always had a soft spot for your best friend as well.
Randall, on the other hand was about as different from your mother as you could get. He was a jokster with a goofy personality and appearance to match. Tall, gangly, and more than a little clumsy, with bright red, curly hair and an obsession with all things female. Being about the most pervy guy you knew (out with yourself of course). Having in fact, always had somewhat of a crush on your mom, much to your annoyance, which he'd frequently bring up to embarrass you whenever he could. It was therefore mind blowing to think of him actually inside that body. The one he'd lusted after since God knows how long. That being yet one another disconcerting aspect of this whole thing. Your best friend was now your mother. Randall is my mother. Even just saying it to yourself seemed weird, never mind actually having to experience it first hand. Which you would be doing soon enough...
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