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Experimental brain transplant surgery saves either your life, or someone very close.

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Chapter #5

You dad is too shook up to answer questions and...

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For the next five minutes or so, you lay there in the bed having a rather stilted conversation with your father. Asking about your brother and sister who had also been in the van with you, as well as your best friend Randall, and Allison (a girl from school who you'd been working up the courage to ask out). David and Tabitha (your younger siblings) had apparently come out of the crash the least worse off. Being in the back of the van at the time and out of harms way, and having been released from hospital almost as soon as they'd arrived. Randall and Allison had fared slightly worse, sitting next to you in the middle. Randall apparently having sprained his wrist and having to be kept in overnight, while Allison went home with a few bruises up one side and a slight concussion. Neither of them leaving any the wiser of what had really happened to your mom.

Your dad had also managed to somewhat miraculously come out of it with only a few scrapes and bruises (which he gladly pointed out). A fact that was surprising seeing as he was in the drivers seat next to your mom when the removal truck had plowed directly into the front of the van. It appearing from what he'd seen and had managed to put together since, that the force of the collision had knocked your mother's body backwards so hard that the passenger seat she was sitting on (and the one that you were seated behind) had cracked you square in the skull, knocking you out and leaving with one of the more severe head injuries. As for her, apparently she'd bounced forward again and due to a faulty seat belt, been thrown straight through the windscreen and onto the truck, leaving her body badly damaged. Damaged enough to require an entirely new one to survive.

This was of course rather hard to hear, and you dad was clearly becoming choked up even talking about it, not being able to imagine what witnessing something like that must have been like (and for once being somewhat thankful that you'd actually been unconscious when the ambulance arrived).

Deciding to change the subject then, to find the positive in all this, you began to inquire more about your mother's current state, now that she was fit and healthy again (in a new body albeit, but a healthy one none the less). This didn't seem any easier for him to answer though and he gave you very short and to the point snippets of information. Clearly feeling very conflicted about the entire situation. On the one hand his wife was very much alive. The woman he loved and had been married to for the last 20 years, having narrowly escaped death and a devastating blow to both himself and his family. On the other, she might have still been the same person inside, but the outside was very, very different. Amber Knights being a professional porn star, and very much looking every inch the part, from her head all the way down to her feet. This wasn't the woman he had fallen in love, married and had kids with. This was some stranger who (presumably) he had never even seen before. A woman almost half his age who had led a very perverted and sleazy life, and was probably well known to millions of people around the globe. Even just seeing her simply lying there asleep in the bed, there was no denying what she was, having ridiculously large, overinflated breasts and lips. Looking in many ways like an actual blow up doll come to life. How could he be seen walking down the street with a woman like that, or picking up the kids from school, or anywhere out in public, now that she looked like the complete opposite of the woman he knew?

Also, although you didn't exactly know this for a fact, your dad had never really given you any indication that, unlike you, he was the type that was into porn. Being a sort of straight laced kind of guy who would often frown and shake his head if some scantily clad singer appeared on the television thrusting their ass at the screen. Commenting, "What is it with all these stupid women? Haven't they got any self respect?" While he wasn't deeply religious or anything, he did have a strong moral and ethical code, and it seemed like jerking off behind your mom's back to babes like Amber Knights wouldn't really be on his things to do list. This was what probably made things all the harder for him, seeing your mom in that body. Which admittedly, once you'd properly had time to process it, would be a heck of a big deal for you too (but for the moment being just too shocked by what had happened to really think things like that through).

"I'm uh, I think I'm a go get some air, Tim," your father suddenly and rather abruptly said, having grown tired of all the questions, "I'll come back and see you in a bit, once you've had some more rest." Adding somewhat awkwardly, "Then maybe we can y'know, go and see your... mother."

Before you could respond, or even tell him that you were done resting, having spent most of the last two or three days it seemed in bed, he shuffled quickly out the door, leaving you alone.

Poor Dad, you thought to yourself, feeling sympathy towards him. He's really not coping too well. Guess that means I've got to try and be strong for the both of us. Deep down however, you wondered if you really were going to react any better than he had. Hoping that you would. Hoping that you'd have the strength and conviction of character to see past your mother's new form. Being aware of course that you'd already freaked out once before and hoping to God that you didn't do it again. Not in front of your mother. Not now that she was awake.

With these thoughts and others on your mind, time seemed to pass much slower now that you were on your own, with only the occasional visit from a rather angry looking, middle aged nurse breaking up your boredom as you lay there in bed, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for your father to return. On the plus side you supposed, you did feel a whole lot better now than you had done earlier. The grogginess having pretty much worn off and being able to actually move your arms and legs. The effects of the drugs you'd been given having finally it seemed, started to wear off.

"Heck, I could probably get out of this bed myself and go see Mom right now if I really wanted," you said to yourself after the nurse had left, wiggling your no longer numb toes under the bed sheets and looking at the door.

You have the following choices:

1. You wait and your father returns.

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2. You decide to chance it and go visit your mom now.

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