This choice: You received the transplant. • Go Back...Chapter #7You received the transplant. by: Wassel   Finding out that it had been you who'd nearly died on the operating table and now had part of someone else's brain inside your skull was admittedly quite a lot to take in at first. Especially after Dr. Kerry had made it seem like you'd been absolutely fine. The few stitches he'd briefly mentioned you having being the only allusion he'd given you to the actual surgery itself (having apparently used an incredibly new and non evasive technique). But, after both him and Dr. Saunders had explained it all in much greater details, as well as showed you the various scan results that proved everything was fine, you actually felt rather relieved. Happy even. Sure, it was still pretty freaky the idea of having someone else's brain attached to yours ...but then, doctors did all kinds of different transplants these days. Was this really that much different from any of them?
The answer was of course yes, but you tried to ignore that. Simply glad to be alive.
The only downside you discovered to all of this, was the fact that you couldn't tell anyone else. The doctors making sure you signed their NDA before you could have any visitors. Absolutely bursting to tell your conspiracy and sci-fi loving best friend, Randall about the whole military 'shape shifting' program thing (knowing fine well it'd blow his mind too), but unfortunately being unable. Needing to keep it to yourself, lest you wind up getting sued... or worse!
Shit. Maybe the military will have me whacked! you thought. Having seen enough movies where that exact thing had happened.
They were only movies though, but just to be on the safe side, you were just going to have to keep quiet. At least for now. Instead, just laying there on your hospital bed listening to your family all telling you how good it was to see that you were okay, while you waited for the drugs to wear off. The five of them being completely in the dark as well. Only aware that the doctors had used some new and 'highly experimental' surgery to keep you alive. Knowing nothing of what it had actually involved. A nice little payout from the hospital keeping them from asking too many questions.
And so, two days later, once you were well enough to walk again, you left the hospital both with your parents, and with a large check sitting in your father's pocket. Your father informing you that it was going towards both a replacement car, as well as your college education, much to your dismay. Having much preferred a sweet new computer and a load of Xbox games instead.
You did receive a slightly different piece of compensation once you returned home however. Having been advised by Dr. Kerry to take things easy for the next week or so. Meaning that you got to miss the first week back at school. Seeing as the accident had occurred during the last week of the holidays, and you'd spent almost 4 days in bed, you were extremely glad to get this little extension (even if damaging part of your brain had caused it). Really rubbing this fact in with your little brother and sister, who thought that it was "totally unfair" that they had to go back to school and you didn't. Spending the next few days with your feet up watching TV or messing around on your computer. Experiencing, just as the doctors had told you, no side effects from the procedure whatsoever. In fact, apart from the few bumps and bruises, you felt completely normal, and were simply milking this suggested rest period for all it was worth. Enjoying having the house all to yourself when your mother did occasionally take a break from the housework and head out. Doing so one Wednesday afternoon, to go to her weekly gym session with her friend Rebecca. Telling you not to get up to any mischief while she was away.
"...And if you get really bored, you can even help me out a little and throw some of those dirty clothes of yours in the laundry. Save me having to pick them all up later," she told you. Indicating to the mess on your floor.
"Okay, Mom. Will do," you replied. Only half listening as you continued on with the game of Call of Duty you were currently engaged in.
Laughing at this, knowing fine well you wouldn't (you and housework not really meshing), she scoffed, "Yeah right. That'll be the day!", before informing you that she'd be back in a few hours. Disappearing out your bedroom door then and down the stairs. Leaving you alone at last to do what you'd been itching too ever since you'd woken up the morning. Having been unable to with her hovering around. And that was, surf some porn.
"Oh, yes," you smiled. Finishing up your game and then switching on your computer. "Internet, let's see what you've got for me."
An hour later, and after having trawled through as many adult video sites and picture galleries you could find (your searches usually targeting skinny chicks with impossibly large breasts), you started to notice for the very first time since you'd left the hospital, your head feeling decidedly funny. As if you had a headache coming on... only not quite. It being a weird sensation in your temples. Sort of like a steady pulsing that appeared to be speeding up. Thinking to yourself as you rubbed at your head, What the hell...? Wondering if this had anything to do with the transplant you'd received and quickly reaching for the bottle of pills Dr. Kerry had given you. Hoping that they might rid you of it. Downing a couple, before returning again to your porn. Finding that you couldn't really concentrate until this feeling went away. Needing to find something else to do until then.
Oh well, Mom did want me to pick up my clothes, you sighed. Figuring that you might as well do as you were asked. If only for the distraction. Gathering up the various dirty items that you had dumped on the floor and heading downstairs to put them in with the other laundry. Popping them into the pile.
Just as you did this however, you suddenly felt a sharp pain in your head and stumbled backwards onto the linoleum floor. Spilling the contents of the laundry basket everywhere.
"Fuck me!" you groaned, after it had passed. "That's definitely not normal." Picking yourself up off the floor and grabbing at your forehead. Praying to God that your brain wasn't rejecting its new part. No. No. Don't be stupid, Tim, you told yourself, shaking off this rather terrifying thought. The doctors said everything was working just fine. Speculating then that it was probably just the onset of a migraine from staring at screen for so long. Having, after all, hardly been off either your computer, television or Xbox since you'd returned home. Barely leaving your room. ...Yeah, that's probably it.
Letting out another sigh then as you surveyed the mess, you quickly set about cleaning it all up. Lest your mom come home and find dirty clothes strewn all over her nice clean kitchen. Getting it bad enough from her when it was your own room that was in a state.
Then it suddenly happened.
You picked up some underwear from off the floor and felt that pulsating in your head finally reach breaking point, and then... It stopped. Replaced by a much different sensation mere seconds later. A warm sort of tingling beneath your flesh that shot like a lightning bolt up through your arm and into the rest of your body. Causing you to gasp. It almost feeling like you did just as you were about to orgasm. Only more so, and more intense. Unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. Feeling your head growing suddenly woozy and your vision start to blur as you began to convulse uncontrollably. Twitching and spasming and thinking to yourself, What the fuck is happening? Just as this ever increasing pressure beneath your skin suddenly burst forth. Tensing every single one of your muscles simultaneously and causing you to drop down to your knees. Still holding on all the while to that item of clothing in your hand. An item of clothing that you knew fine well belonged to...
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