Dr. Saunders stayed motionless at the door for a second, looking down at you as you wondered what was going through his mind.
"... what we got was?" You couldn't hold back, eager for him to continue.
A long silence echoed through the hallway. "... I'm afraid I haven't been as candid as I should have with you. Hearing this about your Dad must have been difficult for you, however, I'm afraid..."
"Doctor, please!" You plead with him, pushing against the wheelchair. "I need to know!"
Dr. Saunders stiffened, looking to Dr. Kerry, who looked like he didn't owe anyone any sympathy.
"I'm afraid your father's consciousness has been transplanted into the mind of a close family member of yours." Saunders finally said.
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