Sarah's personality is fighting Jessica

"...do you even understand what you're saying?"

The woman rubbed her temples for a moment, allowing you a chance to do the same, before she put her glasses back on and looked at you. "I know it sounds batshit crazy but this is all documented. Saunders and Kerry both reviewed her notes as well as the MRIs and CT-scans to back it up. Blood work, therapist sessions...it's rare that they have gone through such a work-up if it didn't exist or wasn't a real emergency."

You leaned back in the chair and looked at her for a moment. "But what you're telling me...it doesn't make sense! It conjures up the image of her brain fighting each other to the **** but that can't be...not without completely falling apart."

"Saunders says it in the report. When the accident happened, Sarah's brain was put into Jessica's head and the portion of the brain tissue used was stimulated. The doctors made sure to monitor adaption, growth, and to view how it interacted with the remaining portions. Ultimately, the small portion of Sarah's brain seemingly integrated itself with Jessica's, causing a meshing, if you will, of the two personalities and there wasn't any real problems. For the most part, Jessica was back."

For a social worker, the woman really was blind to the pain and suffering you were reliving by her mere presence. Of course, as a man, you said nothing. Not that it would've mattered, the bitch was continuing.

"It started about 2 weeks ago, with migraines. That led to more reviews and the scans are picking up abnormal brain patterns, conflicting results...ultimately, they believe it is a complicated battle between Jessica's larger, more intact brain, and the smaller, but more chemically stimulated and active personality component of Sarah's brain. Essentially speaking, Sarah's come back with a vengeance and it's reeking havoc on Jessica."

You let this slide and the two of you sat there for a few moments, just looking at each other before you turned your chair and looked out the window into the night. "What do you want me to do...?"