This choice: Your mom and Allison take Randall back to his room to start his 'training.' • Go Back...Chapter #9Your mom and Allison take Randall back to his r... by: Wassel   "There you are!" you suddenly heard a voice say from the doorway, and turning round you saw your mom and Allison standing there, looking rather relieved. "We've been looking all over for you, Randall. What are you doing out of bed?"
"Eh, yeah, sorry Mrs. Connors," Randall replied, looking a little caught out as he began scratching at his head, "I got kind of bored in there, so I came to check up on Tim. Y'know, make sure he was alright."
While Randall was explaining, you give your mother and your girlfriend a little wave. "Hey Mom. Hey Allison."
Acknowledging you briefly (as well as getting a smile and a wave back from Allison),"Hi sweetheart," your mother's attention quickly turned back to your best friend, clearly being concerned and more than a little flustered about him being out of his room, "and that is good of you Randall, but you really should have let someone know. The two of us almost had a heart attack when we got back and discovered you weren't there. Didn't the doctor tell you to rest?"
"Yeah, but I'm fine. Better than fine to be honest. He even said so himself. And Tim was only just up the hall."
Accepting this, realizing that she was getting worried over nothing (though admittedly with good reason), your mom then said, "Well I suppose. How are you both doing anyway? Are you okay Tim?"
"I'm fine thanks, Mom. I feel way better than I did yesterday," you told her, this being very much the truth. The drugs you'd been given having clearly worn off.
"That's probably cause I wasn't here yesterday," Randall smirked, without even missing a beat, "It's amazing really how everyone's lives are greatly improved when I'm around."
"Shut up, doofus! You're so full of yourself," you laughed, grabbing your pillow and lightly whacking him with it, the transplant having seemingly failed to deflate his ego any.
Quickly grabbing the pillow in retaliation, Randall shouted, "Screw you, bed-boy, you know it's true," laughing himself as he tried to wrestle it from you.
With the two of you now engaged in something of a play fight, pushing and pulling at the pillow on top of your bed, trying to stop the other one from getting a whack in, much like you'd often end up doing at home on the couch or in your bedroom (as if nothing had really changed), your mother and Allison gave their usual reactions and rolled their eyes as they watched you for about half a minute, before your mom then decided to break it up. "Alright, alright," she said, reaching out and pulling the pillow from you both, sticking it back down behind you on the bed, "You two settle down now. We are in a hospital remember," adding with a warm smile, "Though I must say it is good to see that things haven't changed between the both of you"
"Yeah, they still act like a pair of clowns when they're together," Allison said, chipping in from behind.
"Clowns?" you replied, acting all affronted, "Hey! Who you calling a clown?"
Interrupting the levity and getting back down to business, your mother then continued from where she'd left off, saying, "Anyway, you guys will have plenty of time to catch up later on. But for now, Dr. Saunder's said he'd be in in a few minutes to give Tim a last little checkup before he too can go home, so we'd all best make ourselves scarce."
This was of course good news for you, and you let out a relieved little sigh on hearing it, before Randall once again joked, "Well I suppose there is only so long you can drag out a little bump in the head and waste all those tax payers dollars. I mean it's not like you had brain surgery or anything..."
"And as for you Randall, we've still got the little matter of your 'training' to get started with before you're discharged, remember," your mom said, wiping the smirk right off his face and causing you to let out a little chuckle of your own.
"Damn, am I gonna miss that?"
Shaking his head glaringly at you, clearly none too excited by the prospect, tough aware that it had to be done, he sat up off the bed and said with a groan, "Alright, alright. I suppose I'd best get this thing over with," grumbling a little to himself as he then headed towards her, "God, I can't believe I'm actually gonna have to do this..."
"Have fun!" you called out as your mom led him through the door, finding this rather amusing, before receiving a little glare from your girlfriend. "What?" you asked her innocently, the banter that you'd been having with Randall really making it feel just like old times and that you hadn't done anything wrong, even with all the craziness going on.
"You know what," she replied, heading towards you and giving you a quick peck on the cheek, "Be nice."
After informing you that she'd be back to see you later, Allison then also left, following after Randall and your mother, leaving you alone again, still silently chuckling to yourself for a moment or two, before the realization of what exactly it was Randall training was going to involve suddenly started to creep it's way into your mind. "Shit, he's gonna have to learn about bras and tampons and shaving his legs and all that kind of stuff," you thought to yourself, these things perhaps being comical from your side of the fence and necessary parts of being a woman, but they were also rather emasculating; Randall basically being feminized through this training (and from your mom of all people). "That is gonna be tough!"
Still, not wanting to dwell too much on this aspect, certain that your friend would be able to cope, being a very positive guy after all (and seeming a lot less phased by his predicament than you might have imagined), you again began to smile, glad that he hadn't changed inside; still very much being the Randall you knew and had known for the past 13 years.
Roughly five minutes later, Dr. Saunders appeared as promised, asking how you were and giving you a thorough, though thankfully painless exam, confirming what your mother had told you and telling you that you'd be able to leave this afternoon. He also gave you a complete run down on how Randall was doing, both physically and mentally (though the mental part really being a bit of a guess - Randall having passed all their little tests, but there really being noway to no for sure). All in all he was in excellent shape, the transplant having exceeded Dr. Kerry's wildest expectations, and Saunders assured you that there was really nothing to worry about in that regard. Thanking the doctor, he then left and you decided to get dressed, your parents having brought you some clothes to wear, being entirely sick and tired of this horrible green gown you were currently clothed in. After that you were rather unsure what to do, looking at the time and seeing that it was just after 11, having a good few hours to kill before you were officially discharged.
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