This choice: "It's your mother I'm afraid. She now thinks she's you." • Go Back...Chapter #5"It's your mother I'm afraid. She ... by: Wassel   "It's your mother, I'm afraid. She now thinks she's you."
"Wuh-What!?" you said. Now even more confused. Having absolutely no idea what this meant. "What do you mean she thinks she's me?" Had they hypnotized her or something?
"Well, it was the accident I'm afraid," he explained. Telling you that although the two of you were both "fine now", the impact of the truck hitting your car had initially caused severe brain trauma to both you and your mother. Your mother especially. Injuries that apparently could not be healed by conventional medical procedures. "Fortunately myself and Dr. Saunders have been researching in the field of brain transplantation for nearly twenty years now. We knew that there was a chance, a slim chance, that using an experimental procedure that I devised, we could quite possibly save both your lives by removing the part of the brain where the damage had occurred, attaching it to the still functioning part of each others brain and then trick it into stimulating self repair once it was inside. Something which was only possible through a transplant."
This all pretty much went straight over your head. Not really having any clue what he was talking about. The only bit that really stood out being the fact that they had seemingly taken out a part of your brain and put it inside your mother's head. This realization causing you to gasp. Having written off what they had been arguing about earlier as being little more than a drug induced hallucination. It no longer seeming the case at all.
"Oh my God... You mean my... my brain was actually inside my mom's body?" This being a particularly difficult concept to grasp.
"Yes, and vice versa," he said, rather casually given the circumstance. This clearly not being as big a deal for him as it was for you. "There simply wasn't time to try it any other way. The part of the brain that we removed would die if it was left on its own for long. It was a very risky operation, I'm not going to lie, but it was also the only possible way to save both you and your mother's lives. Otherwise you'd both have been left completely brain dead, and then there would have been nothing we could have done." His face breaking into a smile, "Thankfully, it seems to have worked... or at least partially, as here you are." Giving you a rather condescending pat then on the shoulder.
"But... But what about my mom? You still haven't explained why she think she's me?"
"Ah yes... Well, as I stated before, your mother's brain damage was much worse than your own, and it seems that quite unexpectedly, while it was in the process of stimulating self repair, it began to physically mimic part of your own brain. More specifically memory function and thought process. Creating, if you will, a sort of duplicate 'Tim' inside her own head. Which rather unfortunately seems to have, on the surface at least, wiped the 'Jennifer' part clean. Essentially making her you. Or at least a mental clone of you."
"Holy shit!" you gasped. Not quite believing what you were hearing. Thinking to yourself, That... That couldn't have happened, could it? It sounding way too bizarre to actually be real.
Deciding that it must be, your brain flat out rejecting what Dr. Kerry was telling you, you angrily responded, "No! No, this has got to be some kind of joke. My mom can't be me... She can't!"
"I know this must be difficult to hear, but it is true," the older doctor, Dr. Saunders then said. Placing his hand on your shoulder in an effort to comfort you. "We've run numerous tests and all her responses signify that she now 100% thinks, acts and has the memories of Tim Connors, instead of Jennifer Connors." His brow furrowing then in sympathy. "We're so very sorry."
In contrast to the smaller, mustachioed doctor, Dr. Saunders' words combined with the look of sorrow on his face as he expressed them, did manage to finally get through to you. Muttering quietly then, "No. No. You've... You've got to undo this. You've got to change her back!" Practically screaming this last part. If they had done it one way, surely they could do it the other. They were doctors right...?
Letting out a deep sigh, Saunders looked first at his colleague and then back at you. Telling you softly, "I'm afraid we can't. The procedure is irreversible. It can't be undone."
No... No... No... It can't be. It can't! you vehemently shook your head. Feeling tears beginning to form in your eyes.
"But look at it this way," Kerry told you. "She might now have the exact same thoughts, memories and feelings as you, but it's still your mother deep down. She's still alive. Take some comfort in that."
"Comfort? COMFORT?" you squealed. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Pushing yourself as best you could up off the bed. Feeling very much like punching him square in his balding little face."You killed my mom and turned her into me! How the hell am I supposed to take comfort in that?"
Looking slightly alarmed by this, Kerry immediately grabbed for your arms. Locking you in place. "Dr. Saunders... Would you please..."
"Yes, yes. I'm on it. I'm on it."
"What are you doing?" you cried. Watching as the older doctor hurried towards the IV drip that was attached to your arm, while Kerry meanwhile continued to hold you down. "Get off me!"
"We're just giving you something to help you calm down, Tim. It's okay," he said, as Saunders injected something into the drip. Panicking even more now on realizing that there were about to put you to sleep.
"No! Let go of me!" you protested. Still struggling with the doctor. "I don't want to be calm!" Unfortunately feeling whatever drug they had injected into it quickly beginning to take effect. Everything becoming sort of fuzzy now and your arms incredibly weak. No longer able to put up a fight.
"We'll speak more later, when you're more rested. Okay?" you heard Kerry then tell you. Letting go of your body. His voice feint and echo-y. As if you were in some giant wide open space, instead of a small hospital room. A space that was quickly becoming duller and duller, until everything finally went black and you found yourself lapsing once more into unconsciousness...
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