You.

You were floating. It was in a pool... a nice pool. The water was cool, the sun was on your face. You smiled as you watched the sun. It was bright today... very bright. Bright...er?

Hold on. Was the sun getting brighter-

"DAH!"

You shot up, your mind moving at millions of miles per hour. Thousands of foreign senses overwhlemed you, sterile smells shooting up your nasal passageways, strange sounds clanging in your ear, dancing bursts of light spotting your vision. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins. You whirled your head around, trying to orient yourself but to no avail. Everything was too much, everywhere, anywhere... at the same time.

"...TIMOTHY! TIMOTHY!"

Timothy. You knew that name. You blinked, adjusting your erratic vision before turning your head to the sound of the voice. It was a man, leaning over the bed, peering curiously at you. He was old- his hair was a snowy white, his moustache fraying and deep-set wrinkles around his eyes, yet there was an undeniable youth to him, a mad spark in his eye that seemed a touch familiar.

"Timothy! Can you hear me?" He asked. You wined. Timothy. You were Timothy.

"I- yes. W-what happened?" You pant, your heart drumming. He smiled reassuringly before spinning around and barking a series of instructions to someone else in the room. Your eyes stayed fixated on this mysterious man, who returned his gaze to you and gently pushed you back down on the bed with kindly eyes.

You opened your mouth to speak when suddenly you felt a sudden stab of pressure at your elbow. Before you could complain a wave of relaxation overwhelmed you. Your heartbeat slowed down. Your ears stopped ringing. Your breathing slowed. You let out a gentle, yet powerful exhalation of breath.

"There now... much better, hm?" The man asked gently. You panted, before nodding slowly.

"Where... where am I?" You asked, staring at the unfamiliar white tile on the roof, still unwilling to fully tear your gaze from the wizened man next to you.

"Hush now. All will be explained. In the meantime, I need you to do a few things for me. Follow the light, please." He murmured, whipping out a flashlight and shining it. You winced as the glare hit your eye before you slowly began to follow it.

"Do you remember your name?" He murmured as he flicked the flashlight around, staring deep into you.

"T-Timothy. Timothy Adam Connors." You whispered. Your name. Timothy Adam Connors.

"Very good. And how old are you, Tim?" The man murmured, switching the light to a different color. You followed the light as you strained your memory.

"E-eighteen." You muttered in answer, fighting to remember how you got here. Were you in a...

"H-hospital?" You squeaked out suddenly. The man frowned at you, before tucking the flashlight back into his pocket.

"Hospital? Well, yes. That's where we are. St. Mary's Hospital." He murmured, peering at you. Your eyes widened as you felt your heart beat start to drum. Why the hell were you in the hospital? You made to get up but the man- a doctor, your presumed, pushed you back down.

"Nuh, nuh. nuh!" He ordered, clicking his tongue as he pushed you back down. "Tim... what's the last thing you remember?"

You closed your eyes, fighting off a splitting headache, trying to remember your last memories. You remember something about two hooded figures murmuring but it was probably a dream.

"I... I was driving? With someone... or maybe no one? And a song was playing... 'Country Roads' by John... John something. And there... there was a yell? And a lot of noise... and then it was quiet?"

You opened your eyes, expecting the doctor to stare at you like you were a rambling madman but he smiled.

"Very good. That's... that's the gist of it." He murmured. You winced as you felt your mental gears start whirring, drawing conclusions. Car... song... loud banging...

"W-was I in a... car crash?" You asked, whispering hoarsely. Your fears were confirmed with a sad nod from the doctors.

You seemed to sink further into the bed as thoughts came chasing into your mind.

"Was... was anyone else hurt?" You squeak out, a lump forming at the back of your throat. You felt tears prick your eyes. No... this couldn't be!

The doctor smiled gently... it was honestly getting kind of infuriating.

"Don't worry about that yet. What you need to worry about right now is yourself, Tim. You crashed into an oil carrying truck, Mr. Connor, which exploded almost instantly upon contact during the accident. You suffered numerous burns across your entire body, almost all of which were sixth-degree burns. Every bone in your body was shattered, and all your organs had failed." He murmured.

You stilled, hearing the brutally honest words.

"G-geez... what'd I crash into... a fuckin' asteroid?" You asked sheepishly, before biting your lip and cursing yourself. Now was not that time for humor.

Despite that, the doctor still smiled gently.

"In a manner of speaking, yes."

"S-so... how am I alive? Every bone in my body broken, all my organs failing and all that?" You ventured. The doctor sighed, and for the first time he looked... uncertain.

"Your body... was beyond saving. Somehow, miraculously, your cranium was barely intact enough to protect your mind. You only exist now because.... well, there was another victim, who in a twist of fate suffered injuries almost perfectly antithetical to yours- a metal pipe obliterated her brain but the rest of her body remained largely intact. As a result, we took the only viable course of action. We surgically implanted your brain into her body." He murmured.

You sat there, deathly still for a long moment, allowing the facts to wash over you. Your body was... beyond saving? But your mind wasn't? You were in.., someone else;s body. And more importantly...

"H-holdup, Doc. Did you say... her body?" You asked. Suddenly, you shot up straight, looking down at yourself. Your skin look different to how you remembered it, a shade off and you... you couldn't see your stomach? There were two large bumps in the way, beneath the hospital gown.

"Oh, fuck no!" You hissed, slapping your hands onto the mounds. They were soft and fleshly, two globes of perfect proportions. Two...

"BREASTS?"

"N-now, now, Timothy, just be calm..."

"WHY IS MY HAIR LONG?" You yelled, waving your hands through the impossibly long, straight mane of hair that cascaded down your shoulders. You began panting again, your breathing dilating.

"HEART RATE!" Someone else yelled out- a nurse, probably. Suddenly, you felt the same prick in your elbow followed by the mellowing relaxation as the **** flooded your bloodstream. You exhaled heavily, falling back down on the bed, now conscious of the way your boobs bounced with the movement and your hair falling into your face.

"Tim... it was the only way to preserve you. Otherwise, you would've died." The man murmured. You sighed heavily.

"I... in all honesty, doc... I don't know if you did the right thing." You murmured back, trying to make sense of the billions of thoughts sprinting through your head.

"I..." He began, before heavily holding his head down. A pang of regret shot through you. This man saved your life. He performed experimental surgery, the likes of which had never been done before. He deserved eternal gratefulness, international recognition and appraise.... not some moody teen.

"C-can I at least see what I look like?" I asked in a small voice. The doctor looked up and nodded, pensively handing me a mirror. Bracing myself, I spun it towards my face and gasped.