I Swapped Bodies with Someone and Nothing Changed

I Swapped Bodies with Someone and Nothing Changed

I had found the perfect case of brains meets brawn. For my entire life, I had the gift of practically unbound intelligence, top of my class all the way through my numerous doctorates and PhDs in sciences that I had taught myself before I was out of my sophomore year of high school. Now, when I say ‘practically’ unbound, I was still bound to my ape-brained compatriots because I was, in a word, weak.
No matter how hard I trained, how hard I pushed my body, I was still a frail little man, at any moment I could lose everything to a knuckle-dragging simpleton who either doesn’t understand my work, or doesn’t want to. That, and if I am to push humanity forward, they simply will not accept me as its pursuer.
Maybe some wealthy Tesla type could come along and hire me, only to take the credit and hail himself as the greatest mind of a generation, all while putting limitations on my work to make a higher profit. No thanks, I’ll take my chances on a plan of my own.
I had met a man down on his luck working at the university. He was a field coordinator for the student athletic teams. He was the perfect picture of strength and masculinity, stronger and bigger than the average man, but also not a strongman that would scare people off. He had blonde hair that curled in waves across his scalp, and blue eyes dim enough to not act like LED headlights on a dark night. Right off the bat, he’d win over the Nazi cattle.
He was named David Muenster. I watched from my office window as he wandered across the campus sidewalk just outside. He took a moment, sighed, and sat down on one of the wooden benches. He had just been fired, for, putting it simply, being an idiot. He had been known for scandals having to due with numerous inconsistencies and displacements of school property or income.
I was enamored by him, he was the perfect specimen. I had been searching for someone like him once I had perfected my machine, but I could never find a candidate whose appearance was so trusting and attractive to the general public.
“Mr. Muenster, a moment, if you don’t mind?”
David gasped and clutched his chest, shocked by my presence.
“Oh, Jesus! Shit, sorry. I didn’t hear ya comin’.”
“It’s alright, I get that a lot.”
“You’re uh… Doctor-“
“McGuigan. Doctor Victor McGuigan.”
“Right, McGuigan.”
I couldn’t help but scowl at his inability to address me properly. I never wanted to have to deal with such an animal, but it was only temporary.
“Dr. McGuigan,” he continued.
“Yes, well,” I continued, “I hear you’ve been let go by the University.”
“Yeah, yeah, word spreads fast, huh?”
“Indeed.”
I pushed my thine black-framed glasses further up the bridge of my nose, cleared my throat, and continued, “Well, Mr. Muenster, I believe I can offer you an opportunity that can help you, and your family, to get by while you look for new work.”
David raised an eyebrow, and with a slight uplifting smirk, he responded, “Oh yeah?”
“Yes. It’s a simple procedure I need help with, should only take an evening’s time, I need an assistant on work that’s more of a… personal matter, than a matter I would normally deal with at the university.”
“What kind of procedure?”
I wanted to go into my great plans, but not only did I not want to give it all away, I knew the beast wouldn’t understand anyway.
“To put it simply, Mr. Muenster, I need someone to pick up heavy things, and put them back down. I can’t do it myself.”
David laughed under his breath, and asked, “Cuz of those little arms, right?”
My pleasant demeanor vanished, I could feel the agitation drive my face down, as if I could feel the gravity of his stupidity.
“Sorry.”
“Doesn’t matter, it’s fine. What do you think, Mr. Muenster?”
“How come you don’t just have one of the other eggheads help out? Don’t you have an entire department to yourself?”
I looked to my left, and then to my right, making sure no one else was in the vicinity. David’s interest was peaked as I did this.
“It is a personal matter, that I would rather the university not get involved in.”
“I dunno, doctor. Sounds like something that might get me in trouble,” David said mischievously, searching for my offer in his words.
“I’ll get straight to the point, then. Fifty thousand dollars, one night, not even an evening’s worth of work.”
David had a big, dumb grin, and he stood up from the bench, and took my hand. It felt like I was shaking hands with a bear, my fingers disappeared as they were dwarfed by his own. He then shook my hand, bobbing my entire body up and down like a dog dragging their owner with its leash.
“You’ve got a deal, doc’.”
“Great, great,” I muttered as I shook my sore hand. “Are you available tonight? Normally I schedule this things out later, but it is of most importance that we-“
“Yessir, absolutely! Hey, how about I do somethin’ for ya to show how appreciative I am? How bout’ I call up my wife, and let her know we’ll be having a guest over for dinner?”
I was disgusted by his offer, I could see it now, a noisy house in the suburbs, television blaring the sport of choice, possibly a couple of snot-nosed children screaming and running around. I wanted to quickly decline, but then I realized, it was yet another perfect opportunity to continue my plans. After all, I needed to know everything I could about David. After all, I was planning on taking his body for myself.
“That would be… delightful, Mr. Muenster. When should I-“
“Great! I’ll call her now!”
David suddenly dashed away, fiddling with his cellphone as he called his wife.
As annoyed as I was, I was excited, myself. If all went right, my plans I had been putting together for over twenty years would finally come to fruition. I could practically taste my inevitable victory.
With the consent of the governed, as their new, charming leader with the mind surpassing the likes of Hawking and Einstein, I would bring in a new age of human evolution that would define generations to come.
As for tonight, I had a simpler plan. It was dastardly, something that many would consider devilish. Once I trade bodies with David, I am going to poison him in my own body. Two birds, one stone, I get rid of my old, delicate body, and David will be out of the way. Then, I will make it look like he took his own life. It would make sense, an old, lonely crackpot who kept to himself everyday in the university, who wouldn’t question why he would kill himself?
Once David hung up the phone, he giggled with glee, and jumped in fright once again as I tapped him on the shoulder.
“Goddammit, we need to put a bell on you or something.”
“Mr. Muenster, I don’t know where you live.”
David heaved with laughter for a breath, slap happy from how strange of a day he had been having.
“Right, right, duh.”

I spent the rest of the afternoon in my office, looking over my work, over and over again, making sure I had not made a single mistake. Mistakes meant possible tragedy, what if the transfer were to leave my new body paralyzed, or non-verbal? What if his brain is tampered in a way that I am left mentally ill and delusional?
Questions like these were why I had no choice to make things work. Luckily, I was the one behind the numbers, not David.
As the clock hit five, and the Sun dimmed on the horizon, I departed the university, and drove the half hour drive to David’s house.
Just as I suspected, he lived in a suburban two floor house, with a nice car you would expect to see a dozen of, parked outside of a book club meeting.
I knocked on the front door, and then looked down at the doormat. It said, “Welcome! Wipe your paws!”
‘Dammit,’ I thought to myself. They had pets. I hate animals.
A massive Great Dane barked rabidly on the other side of the door. I defensively stepped back, gasped, and tried to relax as David noisily barreled towards the door. He opened the door, and with a smile, he cheered, “Doc, the man of the hour! Come on in!”
The dog was panting excitedly, big enough to practically look me in the eye.
“Come on Sammy, give the man room! Don’t mind him, doc, he acts tough, but he’s a big ol’ sweetie.”
I awkwardly stepped past the canine, and was met by the surly smell of steaks sizzling in the kitchen.
“Oh, baby, those smell amazing!” David cackled happily to his wife, who was just barely within earshot.
“Glad you think so, honey!”
David hurried alongside his wife, and with an arm around her, and happily greeted us.
“Doc, this is my wife, Gretchen, and she’ll be our ‘gourmet’ chef tonight. Gretchen, this is Doctor McGuigan, from the school!”
I smiled, and reached out my frail hand, which was still sore from my last handshake.
“Delighted to meet you, Mrs. Muenster.”
Gretchen smiled, and said, “And to you as well, Doctor.”
She seemed brighter than her animalistic husband. That was, she still seemed too dim to be able to hold a conversation at my own level.
She had black hair which she wore in a bandana, with a buttoned up shirt she wore with a broken-in pair of jeans.
“Can I get you anything, doc? A beer, a soda, one of those goofy bubbly waters Gretchen loves to much?”
Gretchen lovingly smacked David on the shoulder, to which he opened the fridge, and held out a bottle of beer.
“A water will be fine, thank you.”
“Right, right, we’re on business here, huh?”
He put the beer back in the fridge, and went over to the cupboard to get out the glasses.
We sat down at their dining room table, which was annoyingly close to the kitchen itself, allowing us to hear the sounds of dishes clashing, meat cooking, potatoes mixing in their pot. Dinner was served, and it was practically medieval. It was a giant slab of beef, cooked medium rare, with a pile of mashed potatoes to its side. I felt as though I was eating with Neanderthals, ripping off chunks of mammoth after a great kill.
As I fought my steak in an attempt to enjoy my meal, hacking away with a steak knife that felt inadequate to cut through the flesh, I quickly grew a disdain for Gretchen. She never stopped talking. She had to go on about the doctors she personally knew, and how much David is going to miss the university, and whatever else came to mind, which would wildly slip from her mouth to overwhelm my senses. The first thing I would do in David’s body would be to get a divorce, so that I would never have to hear this insufferable woman speak ever again.

Finally, after everything I had been put through, we arrived at my facility. It was quiet, and dark, just the way I liked it. Despite being a glorified garage south of town, I had retrofitted it to my specifications. Wires and pipes ran across the walls, smart computers ran my calculations as we walked up to the machine itself. It was built with two human sized metal tubes, lined with electronics and magnets, ready to deconstruct the human mind using its own natural electricity. In the middle was a contraption that functioned similarly to an MRI, starting the magnetic charge that would transfer the inter-workings of my mind, to his.
“Woah,” David slowly said in awe. “What… is this thing?”
“This thing, Mr. Muenster, is the start of a new age.”
David knelt down, and tapped at the magnetic structure in the middle of the machine.
“Stop it.”
“Sorry.”
As he stood up, he kept his eye on the machine, and asked, “So, what do you need me to do?”
I typed commands into my terminal, tapping little keys, until I hit, ‘Enter’, with my ring finger.
The metal tubes opened, revealing chambers covered in white padding.
“I need you to step inside, there’s a piece I can’t lift on my own.”
David looked eerily intimidated, swallowed what spit he could down his throat, and stepped inside. He looked around, like a moth on a light.
“Now what? I don’t see anything!”
“I have to activate the opening mechanism within, stand by.”
“Uh… okay. Standing by!”
The metal door closed, which he knocked on like a caged ape.
“Hey, was that supposed to happen?”
“Yes, Mr. Muenster, everything is working as intended.”
I activated the next step, and hurried over to my side of the machine. The door closed behind me, and there was a loud, metallic stir from the magnetic structure, and the white padded walls began to spin.
I couldn’t help but raise my arms, as if I was ascending to a higher form of life. I was playing God, and I loved it.
My vision went blurry, my body started to go numb. The transfer had begun, the electric charge in my mind had been grasped. It felt as though the magnets had grabbed the top of my brain, and began curling it upon a fork like spaghetti. I was drooling like an idiot, I had lost control of my body. I had accounted for this, for a moment, the body would be an empty vessel, but not long enough to be left in a vegetative state.
The stress on my mind began delusions, auditory hallucinations that made it feel as though I was in stasis for much longer than I was supposed to be.
“You dare mess with His grand design?”
I could not reply, I had no mouth. Really, I shouldn’t have been able to hear that, but perhaps different senses were coming apart at different points in the process.
“You believe yourself higher than others, but you are the biggest idiot of them all!”
My mind poured into the brain, weaving in and out of the cortexes, like string through fabric. It felt amazing, yet terrifying at the same time. There was no real way to know if that was what it was supposed to feel like.
I gasped, fell to my knees, and barely caught myself before my head could hit the door. The door opened, pouring steam from the coolant out onto the laboratory floor.
I choked on my own lungs. They wouldn’t open, I couldn’t breathe. I lifted myself up, and beat on my chest, until finally, I gasped as hard as I ever had in my life, and finally, I breathed.
I stood, and walked out of the tube. My vision slowly returned, and I took off my glasses, cleared them of clouding, and returned them to my face.
‘Good,’ I thought to myself, ‘I’m alive, I’m not paralyzed, everything is normal.’
That’s when it hit me. I rushed over to the terminal, dug through the table’s contents, and picked up a mirror. I looked into my own, dark, beady eyes, and shuddered from a cold wave of anxiety.
It didn’t work.
David groaned, and stepped out of his tube. I panicked, if that gorilla realized I had tricked him, and subjected him to some wicked experiment that he didn’t consent to, he might just kill me, here and now, and I had no way to defend myself.
I breathed heavily, clutching the table as David got closer.
“Woah,” he moaned, “What happened?”
“Stay back!” I called out.
This made David come out of his stupor, and he rapidly blinked as his vision returned.
“Hey, hey, woah, doc!”
I rushed to the other side of the table, and jotted back and forth.
“Calm down, everything’s okay, alright?”
I stood still, finally, but I was still shaking, barely able to keep myself from falling down.
“We’re okay, it’s all okay. I think there was an accident.”
“An… accident?” I asked between heavy huffs.
“Yeah, your machine turned on, I think. I think I must’ve done something when I was in there. I’m sorry, doc, I must’ve screwed it up. That opening or whatever didn’t even happen.”
I finally calmed somewhat, enough to be able to gather myself and understand what was happening. The idiot didn’t realize what happened, he hadn’t even realized that I was in the other tube. He thought he had sabotaged the machine. I thought for a moment, maybe he did. Maybe that’s why it didn’t work.
I went over to the tube, and examined it. Nothing had changed, nothing was out of place, other than the handprint on the cushion at the top of it.
I had to make him believe that the job was nothing more than help moving machinery. I went back to the terminal, activated the opening mechanism, and a large, metal piece came down to eye level, to which David grabbed it, disconnected it from its wiring, and brought it to the terminal.
“I really am sorry, doc. I hope I didn’t ruin your research.”
“No, no, it’s quite alright,” I said reassuringly. “It wasnt ready to begin with, I just needed this… part.”
David smirked, and asked, “So, anything else I can do for you, Doctor?”
I shook my head, and replied, “That will be all, Mr. Muenster. That… will be all.”
David left, and I slumped down next to my machine. I felt so defeated, I couldn’t understand what went wrong. Perhaps, I had finally met my ceiling. Was it possible that I had met the limits of my own intelligence?

As months passed and I continued my work for the university, I had to overcome a strange sense of fatigue. It felt as though my body was covered in rust, and the metal gears couldn’t move the weight. I was horribly sluggish, like if I had rediscovered just how weak and frail my body was.
I went home to my apartment, only a fifteen minute drive away from the university. My eyes must have been affected by the procedure, I had to keep the lights on when I wasn’t trying to sleep. It didn’t feel right anymore, sitting in the dark.
On top of that, the place felt empty. Sure, I had my assortment of furniture, electronics, and whatnot, but it wasn’t lively. Never had I thought I wanted things to be lively. I was lonely for the first time in my life.
I got a random call from David, which I picked up, glad to finally be able to talk to someone.
“Mr. Muenster, how may I help you?”
“Hey, doc. Sorry to bother you out of the blue, but would you mind coming by the house sometime? I wanna talk to you about something.”
“Why, yes, I can do that!”
“Great, uh, how does tomorrow ‘round dinner time sound?”

The next day, I was at once again at the Muenster’s house, and after knocking on the door, David answered the door.
I was shocked. He looked much different than when I had seen him last. There were dark bags under his eyes, and he seemed slimmer. He hadn’t been keeping up with his exercise, he had lost much of the muscle mass I had seen before. His blonde hair was darker, and longer, with a clear five o’clock shadow across his face.
“Hey, doc. Come on in.”
The dog panted and followed alongside me, but this time, I didn’t mind. I kept a hand on his head as we walked, giving him small scratches behind the ears.
Gretchen was in the kitchen, this time cooking pork chops. I salivated at the smell, I had hardly eaten before coming over.
“Hey, Doctor. Dinner’s coming up soon!”
“Thank you, Mrs. Muenster,” I said with a smile.
I had sneaked a glance at her as David led me along. She wore the same outfit as before, but this time, something seemed much more pleasant about it.
David opened the door to his guest room, and held out a hand, inviting me inside.
I walked in, and gasped as the smell hit my nostrils. There were piles of dirty laundry, beer bottles in a pile on the floor, the trash can was overflowing, and the bed with sheet-less, and stained.
“What, um, did you want to talk about, Mr. Muenster?”
“David,” he grunted as he sat down in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. “Please, just call me David.”
“Alright,” I said understandingly. “What do you want, David?”
David looked at the floor, and moved his lips awkwardly. He looked like he didn’t want to say it, as if he was ashamed, but finally, he spoke.
“Things haven’t been right since… that night.”
“What do you mean?”
David looked up, and said, “I don’t know. It feels like I just don’t care anymore. Like a piece of what makes my world go ‘round just… isn’t there anymore. What does that machine of yours even do?”
I tensed up, and quickly prepared a lie so that he wouldn’t tear me apart.
“It is an MRI machine, you know, like at the hospital. It’s meant to take pictures of your insides.”
“…… so a big camera?”
“In a way of speaking, yes.”
David looked at the floor again, and then to his hands, and moved his fingers, testing them, like he was controlling a puppet.
“Okay. I’m sorry, I’ve just been struggling lately. I’m sorry I got you all the way out here over some paranoid thought. I’m so out of it, I can’t believe I’d think you did something to me.”
My panic worsened, there was now a pit forming in my stomach. I felt as though I was going to vomit.
“Maybe it’s the job, David. Maybe you grew depressed after losing your position at the university.”
“Maybe. I mean, I’ve lost jobs before, Hell, plenty of ‘em. None of them hit me this hard.”
Suddenly, the smoke alarm screeched. We both hurried to the kitchen, where Gretchen was waving a dish rag around, trying to clear the air. Smoke bellowed off of the pan, and the pork chops were left as nothing more than black stones.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I looked away for a minute,” she whined with guilt.
“It’s fine,” David said reassuringly, “I can run out, we’ll just get take out or something.”
“Alright,” Gretchen said softly.
David nudged his head to the side, motioning for me to follow. He went to the front door, but stopped before he walked out.
“Maybe stay here for a bit, doc. I feel terrible for tonight, I’ll go out and get something good to make it up to you.”
“Really, it’s alright,” I replied.
David slowly nodded, and then muttered, “For some reason…. I stopped caring… about her. And I have no idea how to tell her. She’s my soulmate.”
My heart sank. My panic turned to guilt. Not only had my procedure failed, but I had ruined David’s life.
“Get some air, I’m sure you’ll figure it all out.”
David cracked a smile, and said, “Alright. I’ll be back soon.”
David closed the door, and trotted off to the driveway in the dark.
I came back into the kitchen. Gretchen was opening the windows, letting in the spring breeze, which helped the smoke clear. There was a heavy smell of charred meat.
“I’m sorry, Doctor. I’ve had the hardest time cooking lately, I don’t know what my problem is.”
I sat down at the dining room table. It was still close to the kitchen, just close enough that I could hold a conversation with Gretchen as she tried to clean the mess.
“I’m glad David finally had someone over, though. He’s been so depressed lately.”
“I noticed, I didn’t want to say anything.”
She shook her head, and continued, “Ever since losing the job, he’s stopped doing stuff. No more exercising, or walking the dog, he stopped buying his favorite beer. Hell, last time I made a steak, he could hardly stomach it.”
We ended up in a lengthy conversation, I was pulled in by every word. The way she spoke, it was like music. She untied the bandana from her hair, and let the long, black locks flow down the sides of her beautiful face. Despite the sadness in her eyes, they were a wonderful, dazzling amber color. She made my heart flutter, I never wanted to stop talking to her. I felt as though I could kiss her. I had never felt that way before, especially about someone I had seen so terribly before.
Two hours passed, and David hadn’t returned. Gretchen tried his cellphone, but he wouldn’t answer.
“I’m sorry, Doctor, he does this sometimes. I think he goes out to think. It’s getting late, so if you wanna come by another time…”
“Of course. Thank you for having me, Gretchen.”
I stood up from the table, and as she went to walk with me to the door, I felt my heart fall flat as I realized I would probably never see her again.
As I stepped out in the warm, summer night, we stood in front of each other, and I was once again lost in her eyes.
“Goodbye, Doctor McGuigan.”
I sighed to myself, and I said, “Good night, Gretchen.”

I stopped at a bar near my apartment. I had never done that, I wasn’t a drinker at all, and yet, I wanted to drown my sorrows. I ordered a round of shots, whatever could make me forget that feeling I had, and fast. I never wanted to feel it again.
I hadn’t looked up from my drinks, but I could tell someone had sat beside me. His stool swiveled into place, and he tapped on the smooth, wooden counter,
“I’ll have what he’s having.”
“You got it,” the bartender replied.
We sat in silence for a moment, up until the other man’s drink hit the counter.
“Thanks.”
He downed the shot, gave a satisfactory, “Ahhhh,” and then turned over to me.
“How’ve you been, Victor?”
I was startled, and practically flew off of my stool.
“What did you say?”
“I asked, how’ve you been? Victor?”
“Do I know you?”
“Oh, no, probably not. You always thought yourself too mighty, and above believing in those like me.”
I stared at him wildly, and asked, “What do you want?”
The man had white hair, with grey eyes that shined like diamonds. It felt as though they were moving, like there were multiple eyes in his head, moving like frames on film.
“I wanted to let you know, there are consequences for what you’ve done. That little experiment of yours pissed off a lot of people, including Him.”
“Him?”
“Him.”
I took off my glasses, rubbed my eyes in frustration, and said, “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“No, you’re not. You were gonna kill and replace David. You haven’t been sorry a day in your life.”
I took another shot, hoping this conversation was somehow not real, or that this guy would leave me alone.
“Wanna know the funniest part of it, Victor? Your procedure worked, you just haven’t figured out how yet!”
I slammed my glass against the counter, and spun around to look the man in the eye again.
“What do you mean, ‘it worked’?”
“You did it, just not the way you thought you did.”
“Explain.”
“Alright, well, like you thought, the brain, its memories, and all that scientific mumbo jumbo, is physical. What makes you ‘technically’ you, is all physical. Now, here’s what you didn’t account for. When you swapped minds, you got into the physical brain of the other person, meaning…”
“…. You get their memories. Dear God, I did it, I just… I just didn’t think about this.”
“Uh, actually, Victor, HE did it. Not you. You know, the other guy.”
I felt sick to my stomach again. I wasn’t myself, I was David. It felt so haunting, despite being myself, with all of my memories, my intelligence, the very way my brain functions, I am not myself. I am another man so lost from himself, that I couldn’t imagine ever being that man again.
“Now, the reason the big man is mad, is because in the process of becoming David, you also swapped souls with him.”
“Impossible, there is no such thing as a soul.”
“This is a bad time to get atheist on me, Victor. Very bad time.”
“I’ve always been an atheist!” I argued.
“But David wasn’t.”
I slammed a handful of cash on the counter, and stormed towards the entrance. The man with the white hair followed, and continued his tirade.
“Well, hey, I mean, there’s a simple fix. Just swap bodies again, right?”
As we got to the parking lot, I yelled at him, “If I tell David what I’ve done, he will kill me!”
“What makes you think that? Is it because that’s what you would do?”
That last comment made me fall silent.
“Maybe all those puny apes aren’t as lesser than you as you thought, huh?”
“Alright, I get it,” I finally admitted. “I gotta find him, he never came home earlier.”
“Oh, I’m aware. Your little lie did a real number on him. Last I saw, he was parked near that metal bridge outside of town.”
“Oh God, what if he kills himself?”
The man with the white hair smiled, and replied, “Well, it wouldn’t be himself he’d be killing, y’know. He’s got your soul, after all.”
I began to panic again. I could hardly breathe.
I had to stop him, no matter what.
“Hey, I’ll see ya around, Victor. I’m gonna go order an angel shot.”

I sped off through town, half drunk as I sped through every red light, every stop sign, one of which I could hear what sounded like two cars smashing into each other. I couldn’t stop to see what happened, I had to get to David.
There were police sirens behind me. I couldn’t tell how far back, but there was definitely a cop on my trail. I had to hurry, I couldn’t afford for them to stop me.
I drove onto the bridge, and looked back and forth wildly as I tried to find him. Finally, I saw his car, parked along the barrier. He was standing on top of it, staring down at the watery depths below.
My car slammed into the back of David’s making my airbag deploy. I was lost in a daze for a moment, my nose was broken, and bleeding, but I couldn’t stop. I opened the door, slid out, and fell onto the road. I groaned in pain, I had broken my arm on the way down. I was still my small, weak self, after all.
“David!” I called out. “David, don’t do it!”
I looked at the barrier, and he wasn’t there. I grabbed a hold of the metal, and used it to slowly pull myself up. I looked around, but David was nowhere to be found. My heart sank, the car crashing made him lose his footing. He was already falling.
As soon as I heard the splash, it felt as though a spike had been driven through my head. I screamed in pain, and I collapsed to the ground. I kicked, cried, and reached out to the sky.
The police had me in handcuffs, and got an ambulance on the scene. I was taken away, screaming like a madman as they drove me away. As the night went on, everything went more and more dark, and the pain began to numb.
By the next morning, I could no longer move. I had become entirely vegetative. They kept me in a hospital. I could feel David leaving my body. I was becoming a vessel for no one, a body, nothing more than meat and bone. It turns out, I swapped bodies, and I became everything I hated.