Small adjustments (Tim went to bed)

Deciding that there would be a lifetime to explore your new body, you decided to go to bed instead and quietly slipped out of the bathroom and stumbled your way back to the hospital bed, taking pains not to disturb your brother who was fast asleep in the bed next to you. It was odd to look over at your brother's body and not want to say "mom" or even think of her being your brother...could you?

The next morning had you woken up by the sound of the nurse coming into the room and checking on your monitor and when she spotted your eyes opening, she smiled. "Morning, Mr. Connors. Had a good rest?"

"Y-yes, thank you." You looked over towards your brother's bed to see him still asleep before you looked back at the nurse. "How's my b-wife doing today?"

The younger nurse looked back at the bed where he lay and then turned and smiled again at you. "She's fine, woke up about an hour ago when the doctors were making their rounds. She asked about you and then went back to sleep." The nurse made a note of your numbers and then came back to your side, not hiding the fact that she placed herself between your bed and his. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Connors?"

You shook your head, noticing the stirring in the bed opposite you and the open eye from your brother peeking at you. You just playfully winked before looking at the nurse. "Thank you." You looked at the badge on her chest. "Ms. Taylor?"

"It's Rebecca, if that's okay with you?" When you playfully nodded, the young woman smiled again and then turned and walked out of the room. Only when the doors closed did you lean your head back and laugh a bit, the sound coming out of your mouth was your father's deep laugh. "Oh man..."

"You're telling me, any more flirting and I would need to get a bucket for that poor girl. She's probably changing panties right now." The two of you looked at the chair opposite the beds and spotted your sister sitting in a wheelchair, clutching her side. "Can't believe I got to sit here and watch that."

You blinked again. "Tabi?"

"In the flesh, Timbo...or should I call you 'Dad'?" Your sister rolled herself out from the corner and as the two of you got a good look at her, you could see the injuries that were apparent: leg in a cast, bandaged right arm, head gauzed and taped, a stitch right by her temple..."No, it's still me," she replied, noticing the looks that both you and David were giving her. "Damn, this is weird...I see you two, I know who you are, but I just think 'mom' and 'dad'..."

"Thank god, we're just glad you're okay..." David began and, to the surprise of your sister, your brother began to cry a bit. "Damn it..." he cursed, still crying, and you just smiled again at him before you turned your attention back to her.

"Did you see...mom or dad?"

Tabitha shook her head and looked at you, thankfully giving your brother a chance to compose himself. "Yeah, I did. Doctor Saunders came in and after reading me the riot act, and having me sign that NDA, told me that they had awoke this morning. I got to see them."

"How were they?" you began, noticing the hesitation in your sister's response. "Do they remember anything?"

"They..."