This choice: Your girlfriend, Allison. • Go Back...Chapter #9Your girlfriend, Allison. by: Wassel  "...Your girlfriend, Allison. She was the one who's injuries were the most severe. But again, I assure you, she is perfectly fine now. Awake even, and glad to be."
Hearing your girlfriend's name, you couldn't help but gasp. Even at the news that she was fine. Having been sitting right next to her in the car. Asking then, "And does she... Does she know about all this stuff? Project Gecko or whatever it is?"
"Chameleon," Kerry corrected you. "And no, she doesn't. And it's best it stay that way."
"As far as Allison is aware," Saunders finally chimed in, stepping forward, "she suffered a serious head trauma in the car crash and we were forced to perform a new and experimental surgery to save her life. The same as the rest of your family."
Wow. So you were literally the only person who knew. Talk about the wrong person to tell. How the hell were you supposed to keep this from your girlfriend? You'd been dating now for almost four years and knew each other practically inside and out. If there was anyone who could weed the truth out of you about anything, it was her. Especially with those tickling fingers of hers. Unfortunately you'd already agreed. As unethical and strange as it all was, you weren't going to be able to tell anyone. You were going to have to keep your big mouth firmly shut.
"But as we've said before, there is really nothing to worry about," Kerry again assured you. "She's fine, you're fine, everyone is fine. Plus, for agreeing to take part in the surgery, both your family and hers will of course be given monetary compensation. So that should help you out with a new car at least."
Well, that's something, you thought. Definitely needing one now.
So, after going into a little more further detail about the procedure and then signing their NDA to keep you from blabbing, you were then allowed a visit from your family, who were all extremely glad to see that you were awake. It taking about an hour or two more before the drugs had finally wore off and you yourself were able to get up. Heading across the corridor to visit Allison then.
Just as Kerry had said, she seemed perfectly fine. Laying there in bed, looking a little battered and bruised but not too much. The doctors having apparently used an extremely non evasive surgery technique to disguise any evidence of what they'd done. Your girlfriend appearing just as upbeat now as she ever was. Being extremely happy to see you.
"I can't believe I had to have brain surgery," she said. Still having trouble getting over this. "I must have been really close to death."
"Hey, don't think about it like that," you told her, taking her hand in yours. "You're fine now and that's all that matters. Good job too, cause I don't know what I'd have done without you."
"You're right," she smiled. That exact same smile that had made you crazy about her in the first place. Still amazed after all these years that you'd managed to hook someone as beautiful and awesome as her. Though admittedly, it was mostly her doing. Being much more confident and forthright than you were. "I knew there was a reason I kept you around."
"You mean it's not just my charm and incredible good looks?"
She giggled. Your lame jokes somehow always managing to make her laugh. "Them too. ...Though, you've got to wonder. Who was the donor? Who else's brain do I now have kicking around inside my head? The doctors said it had to remain anonymous for legal reasons, but it does make you wonder. Maybe it's like an old man's or something. Can you imagine?"
"Uh... Yuh-yeah," you stuttered. "That'd be weird." This area of conversation naturally making you feel a little awkward. Hating to have to have to hide the truth from her like this and quickly trying to change the subject. "Though who cares, right? So long as it works."
"Yeah," she agreed. Adding then, "Just let me know if I start yelling at you to get off my lawn."
Laughing outwardly at this, deep down you knew that there was fat chance of that. Unsure of what influence exactly a deceased test subject for the military might influence someone into doing, but being pretty sure it wasn't that. Still of course finding this whole thing bizarre beyond belief, but it was a relief to see that Allison was okay. Figuring that despite the whole clandestine nature of it all, doctors did do all kinds of transplants these days with all kinds of organs. So was this really all that different? Not really, if you thought of it like that.
And so, after chatting for an hour or so longer, until her parents came in (who were also relieved to see that you were okay and apparently taking all this in their stride), you were discharged not long after and returned home that evening with your own family. Having been told that Allison would need to be kept in for another day or two until she could do the same. Once she was finally fit to leave, she was told by Dr. Kerry to take things easy while she recuperated, meaning that she was going to miss out on the first week back at school. Which was good news for her, bad news for you. Meaning that it was just gonna be you and your best friend Randall for the next five days. And as much as you liked him, he was no substitute for Allison. Very much missing out on those lunch time make out sessions the two of you usually engaged in. Finding yourself pining for her when she wasn't there.
"...Well, let's just hope that brain surgery has made her cooler," Randall said, on hearing what had happened (minus the whole secret military project part of course). Him and Allison having always had something of a love-hate relationship. Sometimes suspecting that your best friend was actually jealous that you'd actually found yourself a long time girlfriend well before him. Randall not really having much luck with the ladies. "That'd be one good thing to come out of all this."
You ignored this however. It being almost as hard not telling him what had really happened as it was Allison. Seeing as he was a huge conspiracy a sci-fi nut. Knowing he'd go absolutely crazy for all this.
"Or, even better... Maybe she might loosen up a little and you'll finally get some!"
"Dude!" you stopped him. This being taking things too far, even for Randall. "Come on. That's my girlfriend you're talking about."
"What?" he shrugged, acting all innocent. "You were the one who was moaning a couple of weeks back that you couldn't get past second base."
Shit. You had said that. You couldn't deny it. After having gotten a little too frisky for Allison's liking. Being way more ready to have sex than she was.
"Yeah, well," you told him. "I was just a little frustrated back then is all." Trying to excuse yourself. "And we've both just been through a car crash for fuck sake!"
"I know. I'm just saying is all..."
This was admittedly a conversation you'd had many times before, but as sexually frustrated as you currently were, getting your end away was something that was just going to have to wait. Loving and respecting Allison too damn much to push it. Especially not now. Not after what had just happened.
And so, keeping in close contact with her over the course of the next week (texting during school and heading over to visit when you could), you were happy to say she seemed to be recovery brilliantly. Soon being off the medication the doctors had given her and there seemingly being no adverse side effects of the surgery. In actual fact, looking forward to returning again to school. Missing both hanging out with you, as well as hanging with her own friends.
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