[ WP ] You 're not feeling quite like yourself after that organ transplant

My head hurts. A whole lot. I'm in a hospital bed. The nurse holds my hand and tries to explain what happened. I ca n't focus enough to listen to her, but I do catch the words `` accident'' and `` transplant''. *What the hell happened? * 
 
 I wake up again later, this time in my own bed, safely at home. I can get up. I can walk. I go to the bathroom and wash my face, casting a glance at the mirror. I stop and take another look. *Are you kidding me? * There's something wrong. Something is really off with my face, but I ca n't put my finger on it. 
 
 I head back to my room and see a letter on the table. I tear it open and scan it quickly. *Car accident. One survivor. Organ transplants. Eyes, heart, lungs, partial brain. * I run from my apartment as fast as I can. The memories of that night come back to me, but they are memories I know are n't mine. Tears fly from my eyes as I streak down the street, neither caring nor aware of where I'm going. I find a park and sit under a tree, wiping the tears from my eyes. *Suck it up. I have to be strong. For her. * 
 
 I head back to my apartment, my purpose renewed. The next three days go by quickly and I try to rehabilitate myself, to move on with my life. I leave my apartment to go meet up with some friends. As I cross the street my head burns and suddenly I'm behind the wheel of the car again. It swerves and flips over the median strip. JENNY, I scream. 
 
 I wake with a start. The doctor looks at me, concerned. He tries to explain the situation. I learn that I was in a coma for three weeks. I reach over and yank some cords as hard as I can. The doctor panics and the heart monitor flatlines. *Thank you for protecting me Jenny, but now we can be together forever. *
