This choice: Your father's body, he's swapped with you. As have your mom and Tabitha. • Go Back...Chapter #5Your father's body, he's swapped with y... by: Unknown "... Your father's body, and he's in yours."
You thought at first the man must be joking, but the serious expression on his face reveals that this is not a joke. Not even a very bad one. "We also had to switch your mother's and your little sister's brains as well. They are inside each other's bodies as well." Dr. Kerry tells you.
"No, this can't be." You tell him. The only good news Dr. Kerry could tell you was that your brother David was still inside his own body, the only injury he had was a neck injury. Apart from wearing a cervical collar he didn't had anything changed. Deep inside you envy David, apart from him your whole family has a whole new live.
"We're very sorry for having to do something like this to you Tim." Dr. Saunders says scratching his hair. "But it was the only way to save your life. If we knew this would have happened, I think we would have probably done it again as well. Your lives are worth it."
"I don't... think... I think I'm not feeling well," you groaned, feeling incredibly queasy. You feel ill. You can only think of Allison's great smile to keep you here.
"Obviously it will take a while for the four of you to acclimatize to this new situation, but I have great faith that you will," Kerry then told you, looking incredibly awkward again, "Because, well... There eh, there's something else that you need to be aware of."
Somehow it doesn't surprise you that there was something else as well.
"You see, the procedure wasn't entirely legal, or in anyway sanctioned by the hospital," he said, looking towards Dr. Saunders. "We..." Receiving a disapproving scowl in return and quickly changing his tune. "...I, did it entirely off my own back to save your lives. Which means, that nobody else can know about what happened here. You have to keep the entire procedure a secret, otherwise the media attention will be just too much to cope with. Never mind the legal minefield of actually being in someone elses body. Lawyer's would have a field's day figuring out the exact details."
"So what are you saying? That we have to pretend to be each other now?" Getting the feeling that this was exactly what they were saying. As crazy as it sounded.
"Yes," Kerry nodded. "At least in public. In private you can still be yourselves."
This was of little consolation to you however. Shaking your head as you spoke. "No way. This... This must be some really weird game I'm playing!" It being bad enough you'd just been told your brain was now inside your father's body and vice versa without adding this on top. You were still male, but being inside your dad's forty year old body was a major setback.
Stepping in again, Saunders assured you that this definitely wasn't a game and lightly pulled your cheek to prove it. Saunders also tells you that whole family agreed to this. Hearing about your family makes you pulls yourself up a little.
"You mean they're awake?"
"Yes. They have been for a few hours now," he said. "And although they were obviously extremely shocked when they first woke up, just as you are, they realize that in the long run, this really is the best course of action."
"Jesus..." It blowing your mind even further that they had just agreed to this. To basically signing your lives away, without even properly talking it over. This surely being, if not THE, at least one of the most important family decisions you'd ever make. Not like picking a new car, or where you'd go on your next vacation. This being the rest of your life that was being affected her. Which had apparently just gotten a lot shorter, by 28 years...
"We know it doesn't help you as much as you would want, but at least you have each other to support you. If you were the only one who survived the accident, adapting would be much harder." Dr. Kerry tells you.
"Kerry!" Dr. Saunders shouts at the behavior of his colleague.
While Dr. Kerry and Saunders were arguing you processed this all. There was no way you could get back into your body, you would be stuck like this for the rest of your life.
You did however, still want to see some actual proof. Your current numbness from the drugs, added to your position on the bed making it impossible to know what kind of state you were really in. Thinking that there might still be a chance, however slim, that this was all just some big prank and you weren't really inside your father's body. Needing very much now to see for yourself. Asking then, as you spotted a small mirror on a side table, "Can I see? I wanna see?"
The older doctor thought this over for a moment, having a quiet word with his colleague that you couldn't quite make out. Before turning back to you then and replying, "Alright. But please, Tim, try not to get too worked up. Your body is still recovering."
Even though you couldn't really keep this promise, having no idea how you were going to react, you nodded your head anyway, figuring this would do. Watching then as Saunders reached over to the table and picked up the mirror. Feeling a growing sense of dread starting to build in your stomach as he did. The mirror slowly making its way towards you, arriving moments later in front of your face.
Oh God. It's real! you gasped, catching sight of your reflection. Finding there, staring back at you was your father, Donald Connors, looking incredibly tired and weak. His short dark brown hair all matted and disheveled. His deep gray eyes tear strewn and puffy, and a series of small small stitches decorating the top of one eye. It was him. It really was him. Or more importantly, it
"As you can see, there really is very little sign of any external damage visible to the cranium," Dr. Kerry explained, being unable to help himself. "We even managed even preserve your mother's hairline using a rather new and highly advanced, non-evasive surgery technique that I patented myself. To the outside observer, they wouldn't even know anything was amiss."
"Kerry!" Saunders barked, shushing his colleague. There being a time and a place for boasting and this clearly not being it.
Not that you had really been listening anyway. Instead being far too focused on the eerie sight your father's face moving as you moved. Really hearing for the first time the sound of his croaky voice coming from your mouth. "This is... This is just too weird!"
Moving the mirror away again, Dr. Saunders place a hand on your shoulder. Assuring you as he did, that as strange as all this was, eventually you would get used to it. You and the rest of your family both. Before then reaching for your IV drip and fiddling with it for a moment.
"We'll talk more soon, when you're more rested," he said. "But for now, it's best you get some sleep. The others will be waiting for you when you wake up."
You tried to protest. Not wanting to talk later or sleep for any longer, but it was too late. Whatever drugs they were pumping you with had quickly started to take effect and you felt yourself suddenly starting to drift. Why me? ...Why us? was the last thought on your mind as you felt unconsciousness slowly began to creep in. It's just not fair...
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