"My school?!" you shrieked. Not quite believing this. How on earth had you ended up as anyone from your school?
"Yes. I'm afraid so," Saunders continued, softly. "They were in the exact same motor accident that you were. And a minor head injury, caused by slamming into the car that was behind you, after it had pulled on the breaks, rather unfortunately caused an aneurysm in their brain. When they arrived here, they were already brain dead. There was really nothing we could do."
"But because of that, they were also the perfect candidate to keep you alive," Kerry interjected. "Seeing how, apart from that small section of their brain, the rest of their body was in perfect health. It was rather fortunate in a way."
"Fortunate?" you questioned. Seeing nothing fortunate about the position you were now in. Dr. Kerry clearly not having the best bed side manner. Stuttering awkwardly as this was put to him.
"Yes... Well, by that I mean... Time really was of the essence in a transplant like this. The part of the brain we removed from your body would only survive for a short period. There was simply no time to try and find anyone else. We had to take what we could get, and luckily for us their family agreed."
This was all very well and good for them, but right now how lucky or fortunate the doctors had been was not your most pressing concern. Being far more interested in who exactly body you were in. There being a hell of a lot of people from your school to choose from. Fellow students... teachers... even the Principle himself. Asking again, "But who am I? Who's body am I in?"
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