This choice: You start to feel lightheaded all of a sudden and pass out. • Go Back...Chapter #5You start to feel lightheaded all of a sudden a... by: Wassel   Looking over again at the girl on the bed, having to keep reminding yourself that it wasn't in fact Brandi, it was Randall, you took a second or two to compose yourself and gripped at the wheels of your chair. Feeling a little stronger now, due to the drugs having worn off slightly. Wheeling yourself over to the bedside of your sleeping friend.
"Shit, buddy..." you softly whispered, feeling a bit strange to be looking down at him while he was like this, as if in some weird way it was like you'd broken into Brandi's bedroom to watch her sleep. Nothing about this face indicating in the slightest that it was actually Randall. "Things have really gotten pretty fucked up," you continued, trying to ignore this fact and shut out the conflicting emotions. Remembering what Dr. Saunders had told you before, about him needing your help and support and realizing you were going to have to be strong, "But don't worry, cause I'm gonna help you through it. Just the same as you'd help me. Cause you're my best friend, Randall, and nothings gonna change that."
Getting no response from him (not that you'd really been expecting any), you let out a long, breathy sigh and ever so gently placed your hand against his, giving it a reassuring little squeeze. Ignoring the awkwardness that came with touching this super hot girl's soft and delicate skin. Something that you doubted you'd ever get the chance to do in a million years had this situation not happened (being way out of her league). You sat there for a minute or two, simply watching him breath, still clutching his hand, while in your mind you reflected on all the things you'd done together up to this point. All the fun and mischief you'd gotten up to, and how different things were going to be from here on out...
You'd first met Randall back when you were only 3 years old. Your mom and his mom (his real mom), having met at a baby and toddler group and became instant friends, much like the two of you were destined to do. Having pretty much grown up in each others back pockets since then. Especially after his mom had passed away when he was 10 and his dad had remarried. Randall and his step-mom, Alice, not really getting on. Causing him to spend a lot more time over at yours. Like you, Randall was never really considered to be one of the popular crowd, being kind of on the fringes. The both of you much preferring video games to sports, and your luck with the ladies not exactly being great. Randall more so than you. Having a very playful and goofy personality that sometimes rubbed some people up the wrong way. Girls especially. He never let it get him down however, even when you and Allison started going out two years ago. Being more than happy for you both (even though the you could tell the two of them never really got on), and joking that he still had his porn. Your best friend definitely being something of a connoisseur when it came to that. Being your original window into the opposite sex and girls, due to all the dirty magazines his uncle used to lend him.
Now he was one though, and you weren't exactly sure how he was going to react. Hell... You weren't even sure how you were going to react. It being weird to think of Randall as an actual girl. Would he freak, or would he think it the greatest thing ever? You didn't know. Nor did you know what exactly it would mean for your friendship going forward. Especially after what Dr. Kerry had said, about Randall having to actually assume her identity in public. How the hell is that going to work?
You really had no idea. Nor could you properly think straight anymore... Finding your head suddenly becoming all fuzzy as you stared at your best friend's new face. Your eyes having a hard time keeping focus. Feeling like any minute now you were going to pass out.
And pass out you did, mere seconds later. Your whole world suddenly turning dark.
***
You came too some time later. Laying on your back again on a bed. Not entirely sure what had happened, or even where you were... Your previous awakening seeming like some kind of strange dream that couldn't possibly be real. Randall... inside Brandi Summers' body... Impossible!
Opening your eyes slowly, you were confronted by the sight of Dr. Saunders standing over you. The sound of his voice quietly echoing in your ears.
"Tim? ... Can you hear me, Tim? ...It's Dr. Saunders," he said. His pale gray face wearing a contented little smile. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay... I guess," you groaned in reply, feeling incredibly sluggish. Asking him then as you tried to sit up, "What happened?" Finding yourself once again inside a private hospital room.
"I'm afraid there were a few complications in your condition. Seems we got you out of bed a little too early."
"'Out of bed'...?" you asked. "You mean, that last time... That was real?"
The doctor nodded. Looking a little perplexed by this question. "Yes, of course. Don't you remember what happened?"
You did. Vividly.
"Yeah. I just... I thought it was all a dream..." Or at least had hoped anyway. "...Randall's brain being in Brandi Summers' body..."
"I'm afraid not," he informed you. "That was all real." Explaining then how they'd had to keep you in some sort of drug induced coma for a while, until they made sure everything was alright. Promising you that you were fine now though, and wouldn't be "taking anymore funny little turns like last time."
This was a relief. It having been pretty darn scary how you'd just passed out like that out of nowhere. Having been feeling fine before. Wondering then, on the mention that they'd been keeping you asleep, "How long was I out?"
"Ah, yes. Well that's the thing," he started. Obviously trying to be delicate. "It's been just over two months."
This news hit you like a smack to the face. Pretty sure you must have misheard him.
"You're... You're kidding me?" you stuttered. Thinking that there was no way you could have been asleep for two whole months... Was there?
Apparently there was. Dr. Saunders assuring you that he was definitely not joking. Having had to perform surgery and then keep you under observation while you recovered. "To be honest, we thought it might actually have taken even longer. So in a way, you're actually quite lucky."
Lucky? you thought. You certainly didn't feel lucky. Having missed two whole months of your life. This, on top of what had happened to Randall and what you'd already been going through, being a hell of a lot to deal with for someone your young age. You had just wanted to have fun with your friend and enjoy the summer, and now he was a girl and you'd missed the lot of it. Not to mention the start of school.
"But now that you're awake," Saunders then continued, "as soon as we get you up and about again, you should be good to go home." This, being good news at least. "I'll just go give your parents a call and tell them that you're awake. They really will be delighted to see you." And you them. Having not seen them since the crash. Glad it seems that everyone else appeared to be alright. With the exception of Brandi, and Randall...
Speaking of which, just as Dr. Saunders turned and started for the door (off no doubt to give your parents the good news), you called out after him, "Uh, wuh-wait, Dr. Saunders!" Stopping him in his tracks.
"Hm?"
"Randall... What about Randall?" you asked. Having had no news about your best friend. Having last seen him, laying asleep on a bed, inside the body of the hottest girl in school. "How's he doing? Has he woken up yet?"
For a moment, it almost looked like he was going to laugh. Stopping himself however, as he replied, "Oh my, yes." As if it was a stupid question or something. Having obviously missed a lot. "He woke up the very same day we put you into a coma. And he's doing fine. Adapting well. But I'm sure you'll hear more about that later on." Telling you then as he continued for the door. "Get some rest for now, Tim. I'll be back a little later."
And with that he was gone. Leaving you alone to ponder what exactly "doing fine" and "adapting well" meant. Finding it difficult to imagine your best friend having been in that body for two whole months. Being extremely anxious to actually see him.
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