David is understandably scared

You noticed David's face, or rather your mom's face, was more than a bit relieved at seeing you and you gave him one of your old secret "doing great" hand signs before you turned your attention back to Kerry and Saunders who were making final arrangements for the beds while the nurses came in to hook up the monitors for him. Kerry had warned you in advance that there were only a select few that were aware of your conditions so, outside of those people, everyone else knew you as Donald Connors and David as Jennifer Connors. While you had it relatively easy to being addressed as "Mr. Connors", you suspected some of David's timidness was caused by the adjustment to "Mrs. Connors".

"...and that's everything. Are you feeling okay, Mrs. Connors?" one of the orderlies asked after the final hookups were done and the bed was secured into its position next to your bedside. David meekly nodded his head without looking at anyone who spoke.

"She's just a bit shocked, it's not easy to adjust," Saunders mentioned to the concerned look on the charge nurse's face. IT didn't look like she quite believed things but with the two doctors in charge both accepting this demeanor, not to mention the look on your face, she couldn't really come up with a reason to doubt it and stayed quiet. "Okay, let's leave them be for the time being. I'll come in and check on you in about a few hours, sooner if we have a change in your kids' condition." He turned and ushered the rest of the staff out of the room and then slid the door shut behind.

A few moments passed as the two of you laid there before you turned your head and looked over at your brother's bed, not surprised at the fact he was doing the same. "You okay, bro?" he whispered at you, still adjusting to the sound of your mom's voice coming from his mouth. You couldn't help but laugh a little and he soon joined you. "Damn, this is soooo fucked up..."

"You're telling me, man. I keep thinking that this is some sort of side effect from the **** or maybe we're just dreaming this and we're still in the car, listening to Tabitha and mom argue."

David nodded and then sighed before looking at you again. "Tim...this...I don't know if I can be mom...."

You nodded and scooted to the side of the bed and reached out your hand. It took a few moments before he did the same and you just managed to take a gentle hold of it and gave him a reassuring squeeze. "Well, hell, we'll make it." You nodded and then looked at him again. "So, dude, I gotta know, how you holding up there, as mom?"