This choice: Your 15-year old brother, David. • Go Back...Chapter #4Your 15-year old brother, David. by: Wassel   "David...?" you croaked on hearing your little brother's name. Your incredible numb, seemingly lifeless body filling quickly with concern. What had happened to him? Was he alright? What were the doctors talking about a 'brain transplant' for? Surely such things were the stuff of science fiction...
Hearing your feeble little squeak, the two doctors ceased their conversation and suddenly appeared next to your bed. "Timothy? Are you alright? Can you hear me?" one of them asked - the smaller, slightly balding one with dark hair, thick glasses and a mustache.
Nodding instead of answering, it having been so difficult to speak before, the older, gray haired man then said, "You are in hospital, son. You were in an accident." His voice was slow and concise, talking to you in a manner than suggested that this accident had been much worse than just a little bump on the head.
Introducing himself as Doctor Saunders and the balding fellow as Doctor Kerry, he then began asking you a few follow up questions about what you remembered, while Kerry studied the readings on a heart rate monitor beside you. You however were far more interested in what they were saying before, wanting to know exactly what they had done to your brother.
"David...? Where's David?"
Looking at each other for a second, as if not entirely sure how to respond, Saunders then forced a smile. "David is fine, just fine. He's resting for now. It's you we're more concerned about right now."
He was clearly dodging the question. Even in your currently drugged up state you could see that. So pushing even harder, attempting to reach out with your hand, you begged "Please... What did you mean "brain transplant"? What did you do to my brother?"
"Your brother's injuries were rather severe." the doctor informed you, looking rather conflicted as he did. "His body was..."
"What Doctor Saunders is trying to say is that his life was hanging in the balance and we had to act fast." Kerry suddenly interrupted, nudging the older man out of the way, and shining a little flashlight into your eye. "So we, uh... we used a new experimental procedure to save his life. He's perfectly fine now. Healthy. He's just, not quite as you remember him." You didn't like the sound of this one bit, nor the manner in which he said it. The two of them were very obviously still skirting around the truth. Was this 'experimental procedure' really a brain transplant? Was David still the David you knew?
Asking just that then, as the two of them began whispering to one another and doing something you couldn't quite see, Kerry chose to ignore the question and instead growled, "Saunders. Would you hurry up please!" becoming rather flustered.
"Yes, yes. I'm trying." the older man told him, through gritted teeth, rushing quickly then towards the IV drip that was attached to your arm.
"Please, Timothy. Just try and relax for now." Kerry told you with a reassuring (overly practiced) smile, blocking your view of whatever Saunders was doing behind. "You can worry about all that later. What's important is that we get you better. Just try and concentrate on that for now."
You didn't want to concentrate on that however, your own health taking a back seat for the moment while you found out what had really happened to your little brother. Unfortunately, before you could begin to protest, you suddenly felt a powerful urge to sleep. As if all the energy had been drained from your body. The whole world growing hazy around you. "But... Buh- but..." you mumbled, trying to resist, realizing exactly what Saunders had been doing with your IV. They're drugging me! Your efforts were in vain however, feeling your eyelids grow heavy and darkness begin to take you. Your last thoughts of course being of David and what new body, if any, he might now be inhabiting...
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