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Fading...

... I felt too afraid of stepping further into his room, so I just stood motionless in the doorway, and wondered what to do.

Even if I woke from this dream, my life was forever changed now. I'd lost a leg, and who knows what other terrible injuries I had after the wreck. There would be no college in the fall, there would be no finding a nice girl, and finally having a relationship, there would be no.. My parents! I hadn't considered my parents, I'm sure they were destroyed by what had happened. The tears now included gasping sobs, and I walked to the bed, and took my own right hand in Steph's. There was a very strange feeling that raced up my arm when I touched Carl. I suppose a bit like a tingling, but it pulsed, like a heartbeat.

In a moment of self-pity, I wanted Carl to simply pass away. I was never going to have my pathetic life back, at best, I might hope for an even more pathetic life and that seemed too much to bear. I tried to calm down, and wiped the tears and snot from my face. Then I tried to think of what I should do next.

The best way I could describe things, was that I had been dependably existing as a kind of second consciousness inside of Stephanie's body, sometimes able to control her actions, although it took considerable focus, and it was taking more and more as time seemed to pass. Sometimes I was merely a passenger in her body, and able to feel what she felt, both physically and mentally. If I could live with Steph, maybe even share control of ...

... her, that would be a better solution, than maybe waking up one day, and getting fitted for a prosthetic leg, and who knew what else? But my parents would be forever broken if Carl died. I had to think, and I was too close to what was happening to do that with any clarity. I decided to leave, and then figure out what to do from my apartment, I mean, from Steph's apartment. As I stood to leave, I realized that Carl had never been kissed by a woman that was related to him, and so I walked around to the other side of his bed, and leaned over, giving him a soft, gentle kiss that I let linger for a bit. If nothing else, Carl would always have that. As I left his room, I stopped at the nurses station, and asked for a status on Carl, they simply said that my condition hadn't changed since they'd stabilized me, and that they wouldn't know the full extent of my injuries until I regained consciousness, and then I was told that I shouldn't give up, because the young man in that hospital bed hadn't yet given up.

I found myself back home, well, Steph's home, and couldn't recall anything that had happened in between stepping away from the nurses station, and unlocking the apartment door. There wasn't anything like simply losing any control, and sitting back giving her control, it was like I'd blacked out.

I didn't like that.

I paced around the apartment, and decided to clean up a bit. The place wasn't really messy, but there was a lot of mail on the kitchen table, and the sink had ...