This choice: Randall wakes up while you are alone. • Go Back...Chapter #5Randall wakes up while you are alone. by: Suenos   As you gazed upon Brandi it occurred to you that under no other circumstances would you have ever been allowed the chance to sit so close to Brandi Summers. It was taboo. Nerds like you, Danny, and Chris just weren’t simply allowed to even look at Brandi and the other cheerleaders for too long, let alone sit next to them as they slept. You and your friends didn’t mind such unwritten rules. It was such unwritten rules that made high school less stressful, never wondering what was acceptable or unacceptable, or even why.
You realized your heart was beating more quickly as your subconscious told you of your violation of one the most sacred of the unwritten rules. The forbidden sleeping beauty began to stir.
Your heart was exploding. Her long lashes fluttered as the sparking green eyes struggled to bring you into focus. You didn’t dare breath.
“Tim?” The soft whisper escaped the plump lips.
“Randall?”
He nodded with a smile before the realization of where he was seeped through his clouded mind.
“Where,” he sat up and looked around the hospital room and the countless bouquets adorning every possible surface. “Tim, I’m in the hospital.” He looked down at his attire and was met by an even greater surprise. His new delicate hands latched immediately to his perky new breasts.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?!”
“Randall,” you screamed as you leapt to his bed to gently restrain him. “Randall listen to me…”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS! I HAVE FUCKING TITS!!!” You continued to plead for him to calm down, which was of no use. Especially after Randall’s hands groped himself between the legs.
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! WHERE’S MY FUCKING DICK!?!”
“Randall, there was an accident!!!” It was no use. Randall could not be contained. Several nurses had by now come to your aide as you struggled with Randall, which was admittedly far easier now in his smaller frame. You glanced at the nurse injecting a clear liquid into Randall’s I.V. The effects were almost instantaneous. Randall’s delicate body began to relax.
“Wonderfull, she’s up!” bellowed the voice of Dr. Kerry now standing behind you. The nurse gently pulled you away from Randall returning you to your seat. Although now more relaxed, Randall’s beautiful new face appeared exasperated.
Dr. Kerry waited for all three nurses to leave the room, closing the door behind them. He looked at Randall’s (or was it Brandi’s) medical chart. He looked up at his patient.
“What is your name?”
“Randall,” he replied with Brandi’s honey-sweet voice. He brought a delicate hand to his throat as if he could somehow regulate it. He attempted to clear his throat. “Randall Davis.” Still, the voice was unchanged. “Now what the fuck..?”
“Randall,” Dr. Kerry interrupted, “do you recognize this gentleman sitting next to you?” Again, Brandi’s brilliant green eyes gazed upon you as he nodded.
“Yeah. That’s Tim. Tim Conners.”
“And, how old are you?”
“I’m sixteen. And, I’m a boy! What the fuck is going..” Randall grasped his generous breasts as he fought the tranquilizer dripping from the I.V.
“So, you’re a 16 year old boy?” Randall nodded. “And what is your address?” Dr. Kerry continued with his list of questions before being entirely convinced the mind he was communicating with was, indeed, Randall Davis.
“Randall,” Dr. Kerry said placing the charts onto the tray in front of him. “You were involved in a serious accident. Do you remember?”
“I remember I was sitting in the car with Tim.” He glanced in your direction, holding his gaze as he recalled the details of the accident. “Tim was driving. We went through an intersection and something hit us. Something big.”
“Anything else?” Dr. Kerry looked at Randall over his glasses. Randall shook his head.
“Well, you’re right. That something ‘big’ was a fully-loaded tractor trailer and it hit you broadside on the passenger side. Unfortunately, Randall, your body absorbed much of the impact. When you arrived here at the hospital, you had more bones broken then not. Both of your lungs had collapsed and you went into cardiac arrest twice.” Dr. Kerry flipped though several pages of his clipboard as he continued.
“Not long after reviving you from your second cardiac arrest, Miss Summers was wheeled into to E/R. She was involved in the same accident. Unlike yours, her body was unharmed. The impact of the truck and the Connor’s van had apparently dislodged a small blood clot, which traveled to the Miss Summer’s brain, causing an aneurism. Faced with the possibility of loosing two young lives, as the executive attendant, I made the decision to execute an experimental procedure that could possibly save at least one, or, even both of you.”
“Both of us?” Randall continued to struggle against the I.V. drip.
“I have spent the past three decades perfecting and pioneering a procedure that allowed me to transfer the undamaged brain from one patient to replace a necrotic brain of another.” You and Randall could hardly believe what you were hearing and wouldn’t have, had the proof not been so obviously in front of you.
“Are you? Are you saying I’m…BRANDI SUMMERS!?”
“Well, yes…And, no.” The doctor used his wrinkled hands as he tried to explain. “You’re both, sort of. That’s what I meant by the procedure saving two patients.”
“You see, you are still you, Randall. My questions prove it. Randall Davis is alive; however, he is also technically dead. I signed his death certificate just an hour ago.”
“I’m dead!?” Randall gasped.
“Yes. I mean, NO!” He sighed. “Technically, you are dead, but you’re still alive…as Brandi Summers. And, while Brandi Summers is technically alive, she is really dead…But without a death certificate.” Randall looked like his head would explode.
“I’m so confused,” he breathed. “You mean, I’m alive…AND dead? At the same time!?” Clearly Dr. Kerry failed in his efforts to explain this situation. You took the liberty of explaining it in teenage boy terms.
“Jesus, Randall. You died in our car accident and so Dr. Frankenstein here put your brain into Brandi Summers’ body. Got it!?”
Randall stared at you and would likely be freaking out again had it not been for the drugs. He turned to the doctor.
“So, when can I go home?”
“I’m afraid never.”
“What!? I’m stuck here?” Randall panicked.
“No, I mean…” Dr. Kerry seemed to be frustrating himself again. “I mean, you can’t go back to Randall Davis’s house. You must adapt to the life of Brandi Summers. Her home. Her room. Her life.”
Dr. Kerry became even more serious.
“Randall, you have been given a second chance at life. Both of you have. With your brain, Brandi can also continue to live. But, no one can ever know her brain now belongs to Randall Davis. Do you understand?”
To your relief, Randall nodded. A large tear escaped from his sparking eyes. Dr. Kerry stood. “Do my parents know what happened to me?”
“No,” he said somberly. “And, as far as they know, you died shortly after arriving here.”
“What about Brandi’s parents?”
“They don’t know either. As far as they know, their daughter had a close call and is currently stable.” Randall pondered this.
“So, I have to live Brandi’s life?”
“No,” Dr. Kerry corrected, “you GET to live…HER life. The important thing is, you get to live.”
“I’ll leave you two alone for a while,” Dr. Kerry stood and made his way to the door. “I’ll have the nurse check on you periodically, but, your are otherwise healthy and will be checking out the day after tomorrow.”
Dr. Kerry opened the door pausing briefly. “I’m not kidding when I tell you no one can know about this. The complications of letting out what I did could be catastrophic, especially for me, both professionally and personally. I took great risk giving you a second chance at life, Randall. Please don’t squander it.”
At that, Dr. Kerry disappeared through the doorway leaving you alone with Randall.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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