"... Although you are in full recovery now and your injuries are in no way life threatening, it was a much different story after the paramedics pulled both you and your friend's from the wreckage. You see the truck that hit you plowed directly into the back, where I'm led to believe you were all sitting."
You were. Randall having been sat beside you, while Sean, Danny and Chris sat behind. Right at the very back of your mother's minivan. Having had just enough space due to Tabitha and David's last minute decision not to come. A decision that apparently proved to be a very wise one indeed. Judging from what had happened. Judging from what the doctor was now saying. Realizing that you were being included in this now too...
"You were all in critical condition when they arrived here," he continued, "and, well... in order to save your lives, extreme measures had to be taken."
Wait... What? "What do you mean 'extreme measures'?"
"This might be difficult for you to understand right now, Tim, but your bodies were damaged beyond repair. There was simply nothing anyone could do and time was running out. Fortunately, Dr. Saunders and I have been doing research in the field of brain transplantation for well over twenty years, and faced with little other option we decided to use that very research to keep you and your friends alive. To transplant a portion of your brains, using an experimental new surgery that I myself devised, into the bodies of less fortunate victims of the crash. Victims that sadly could not be saved." His rather melancholic delivery of this news being mixed with an obvious sense of pride. Pride at what he had achieved. "If we hadn't, then you would all be dead, instead of where you are now. Laying here talking to me while the others get some well needed rest."
You couldn't quite believe what he was telling you, despite how serious both he and his colleague looked. Recalling the conversation they'd been having when you'd first woken up. Having assumed back then that you'd simply been dreaming. Now though, you weren't quite so sure.
"You're... You're saying that they're... that I'm in someone else's body right now?" you stuttered. Trying your best to get to grips with all this. Listening to the sound of your own croaky voice as you spoke. Realizing as you did, that true enough, it most definitely did not belong to you. Oh God. "I'm... I'm not me anymore... Neither is Danny, Chris, Sean and Randall?"
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