This choice: It's your little brother, David. • Go Back...Chapter #3Your little brother, David. by: Wassel "I'm afraid it's your brother, David..."
"David...?" you croaked on hearing his name. Your mind suddenly racing with questions. What had happened to him? Was he alright? What complications was the doctor referring to? Putting all of these thoughts to him and more. Needing to know the truth.
Again the two doctors looked at one another. Neither one looking as if they actually wanted to tell you. Saunders, eventually forcing a smile. "Don't worry. He's fine. He's resting. It's just that... Well, I'm afraid there's really no delicate way to say this, but he's not exactly how you remember."
"'Not how I remember'...? What does that mean?" Recalling again what the two of them had been talking about previously. What you had dismissed as your drug fueled imagination. "Does it have something to do with what you were talking about before? ...When you mentioned a brain transplant? Did you do that to my brother?"
Looking somewhat embarrassed that you'd actually overheard this, Saunders coughed. "Uhm... Yes, actually. We had to." It being more than obvious that he felt conflicted. "David's injuries from the accident were just too severe, and his body was..."
"What Doctor Saunders is trying to say," Kerry interrupted, "is that your brother was in critical condition when he arrived here. Short of finding him a new body there really was nothing else we could do. If we hadn't have acted when we did, right now he'd be dead."
No. No this has to be some kind of joke, you told yourself. Not believing that this could be true. Brain transplants were the stuff of science fiction, not real life. Your little brother wasn't somebody else now, he was still David. He had to be. Shaking your head as the two doctors continued to explain. Using words like "experimental procedure", "untested" and "resounding success". All the while you continued to reject what they were saying.
"Stop lying. You didn't do any of this to him." You protested. "You didn't!" Becoming rather agitated as you shifted around on the bed, trying your best to get up. Yelling in frustration after failing to do so, "Now where is he? I WANT TO SEE MY BROTHER!"
The two doctors meanwhile did there best to calm you down. Kerry growling, something you couldn't quite make out to Saunders as he restrained you on the bed. The older man proceeding then towards the IV drip that was currently attached to your arm. Looking rather flustered as he began to fiddle around.
"Please, Timothy. Just try and relax." Kerry said, while you continued to struggle. Blocking your view of whatever Saunders was doing. "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 the doctors had told you. Fearing what it would mean if they were indeed telling the truth and he was indeed now in someone else's body. Whatever body that might be...
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