Your classmate, Deborah

"...Deborah Zawatsky? You mean..."

The doctor nodded and handed you the clipboard with the confidentiality forms for you to sign. You knew better, should've known better, than to sign something without reading it but the reality of living in a world where both your father was dead but was alive and in the body of a young girl was just too much for your brain to process. "The surgery was a complete success, there is no real biological harm that was done to the donor body. In fact, absent a small scar," he motioned alongside his own head for demonstration," you could not tell the difference, really."

You weren't sure that the doctor realized the walking wounded that was you. Deborah Zawatsky was a girl that was a year older than you but, due to her family moving around from here to Israel and back, had been held back a year and was in your grade, almost since she returned back at the start of the 7th grade. The two of you had been in the same classes, been actually in the same subjects, almost to a class, since then. There was a joke that Randall often made that "where's Tim, there's Deb. Where's Deb, there's Tim." You had nearly beaten the snot out of him for that but when Alison made the same remark, you realized that it was, in a way, true.

Still, there were worse things that could've happened to your father. Being dead was one, that was for sure.

You wondered how you would process this, though, when you had a quiet moment and really managed to think more about it. You were a single child to a single parent. Now that parent was no longer, in the eyes of the world, alive. You were an orphan, an adult to be sure...but an orphan nonetheless. How the hell would you take care of bills, of the household maintenance, food?

Doctor Saunders could see the panic in your eyes as the stark realization began to hit you and he instantly motioned for the nurse to come over and give you a sedative. "I'm sorry, this is all too sudden..." he glared over at his colleague who, for all his brilliance, was a complete basket case when it came to dealing with the living. "We'll let you rest first."

"B-But dad...?"

"Rest first, Mr. Connors." You fell asleep shortly after.