Tim Conners (A different take)

When you woke, the world seemed out of focus and fuzzy. In the back ground, you could hear voices speaking in urgent tones, but no matter how you concentrate, you couldn't make out what they were saying. A few words came through clearly; "brain transplant," "saved lives," "how will we explain..." but none of it made any sense. Blinking your eyes again, the world became darker until the world vanished back into blackness and the voices faded with them.

Later, you again woke from a dreamless sleep to a world that was less fuzzy. Near by, you could hear the beeping of medical equipment, the soft sigh of an oxygen mask flowing cold, and very dry oxygen directly to your nose, and more voices talking, but these seemed too distant to hear.

"What..." you managed to croak, your throat feeling dry as though you hadn't had a drink in days. The last thing you remembered was coming home from the football game... You and your brother Dave had been arguing with your sister Tabitha and your girlfriend Allison in the back seat about weather or not cheer leaders were real athletes. Then there was a scream... you weren't sure who, but you thought it was your mother, she was the one driving, but it could have been anyone. After that was spinning, and then blackness.

"Tim? Are you awake there?" The voice that questioned you was one you'd never heard. Deep, masculine, but full of concern. "You can just nod your head if you can hear me," the man said, stepping into Tim's field of view. He seemed tall, but that was hard to tell from the hospital bed. He had a dark fringe of hair around his mostly bald head, a thick mustache and equally thick glasses. Most comforting though was the white lab coat and the name tag that read 'Dr. Kerry."

Nodding slowly, you managed to mouth "water?"

"Oh, of course," Dr. Kerry said. Reaching for a cup near by, he slipped an ice cube in your mouth with gentle fingers saying, "just suck on that a bit, and nod your head when you need a new one. Drinking may be a bit much yet, but you'll get there before you know it." The ice felt wonderful as the dried out tissues of your mouth perked up instantly to the moisture. "While you suck on that Tim, I need to explain something to you."

"How bad?" you manage to croak around the ice cube,

"Oh, you. Not very bad at all really, all things considered," Dr. Kerry said, seemingly focused on things other than your own injuries. "Your left side took the brunt of it... your foot and ankle took a fair bit of damage, and you'll be walking in a cast for quite a while, once we get you back to walking, but have no fear, you'll be in shape for spring soccer. Um... your left arm has a small break below the elbow, also in a cast, but not as bad as the foot. A few ribs, some stitches.... you may have a small scar over your left eye, but it's nearly to the hair line, no one should notice it until you get to my age and have nothing to hide it with," he finished with a small chuckle. "No, what I need to talk to you about is something else that happened. You weren't the only one in the crash, and we, that is, my colleague Dr. Saunders and I, we performed a very radical surgery to save lives, and it was successful in saving a life. But I'm afraid that is only because _________ was available as a donor. I'm sorry Tim, but their sacrifice enabled us to save a life and there was nothing we could do to save them.

(From here, Dr. Connors goes on to explain that someone close to you has been the body donor for a brain transplant, and that person will be taking over the life of someone very close to you.)