Switching to a first person perspective.
My head was still throbbing a bit as my parents (it was simultaneously strange and completely normal to think of Mr. McMillan as my father) and the doctor left the room, still talking about what they thought was going on with me.
Let them talk. I thought. I'm kinda curious as to what they come up with anyway. No way they'll get to the truth.
I glanced over at Summer, who was saying something. It was easy to see Sarah in her, but she acted so different, and there were slight physical differences, even beyond her smaller bust and brown hair. I wondered how similar we looked. I decided I'd have to get to a mirror as soon as possible...
"...And when mom and dad got here, they were completely panicked too. Dad said he was gonna fly some doctors in if he didn't get an answer about what was happening to you."
"Well, I'm fine now. I just have a little headache." I said.
"But the doctor's said they're not sure what caused it. What if it happens again?" Summer asked.
"I doubt it will..." I said.
"You can't be sure."
"And that is why she'll be spending the day here, under careful observation." the doctor said, reentering the room.
"I need to stay here all day?" I asked. Spending the day sitting in the hospital was the last thing I wanted to do. Especially when I could be out trying to find a way back to normal.
"Yes, you do." mom said, coming in after the doctor, followed closely by dad. "We don't want a repeat performance, young lady."
I looked at her, taking i the changes. She, obviously, looked the same physically, but she was dressed much more elegantly than she had been when I was Jon. My memories told me that she was still a lawyer, but with our new families money and connections, she was much more renowned.
I knew nothing of Mr. McMillan as Jon, other than the fact that he was the CEO of McMillan Corp. Now, however, I knew that he had inherited the company from his father, and his drive and determination had propelled the company to heights that no one had believed it could reach before. Now, McMillan Corp. and all of the smaller companies owned by it more or less made up the economy of the city, and some of the surrounding towns.
"I guess it won't hurt..." I relented. I knew it was futile to fight, so I didn't bother.
"Don't worry, hopefully you'll be clear to go home this afternoon." the doctor said.
"In any case, since you seem to be fine, we should all get going." dad said. "Your mother and I need to get back to work, and Summer needs to get to school."
"But, daddy..." Summer began.
"No arguments. You're being here won't get Autumn out any faster, and I won't have you missing school for no reason."
Summer huffed a bit. "Fine..." she said. Our parents approached my bed and kissed me, and said they'd see me later. They then followed the doctor out, talking the whole way.
Summer approached my bed. "I guess I need to go too. Dad'll flip if I skip school. But Winter and I will come by as soon as school is out." she added, giving me a big hug. After the hug ended, she backed toward the door. "See ya later, sis."
At the mention of the name Winter, My mind brought up images of a younger sister, who was 15. She looked a lot like my old sister Zoe did, though she lacked the goth look that she had. She did wear darker clothes, generally, but she was more artsy than angsty and angry. I also knew that we had a 12 year old brother, Richie, named after our father. He bore a strong resemblance to our father, and didn't remind me of Mikey at all.
"See ya later." I responded. "And...thanks for getting me here."
"No problem. What are sisters for?" Summer said, smiling. "Love you."
"Love you too." I said. Despite her not existing until a few hours ago, and being created from someone who was as close as anyone to being my enemy, I found that I really did.
Finally left alone, I glanced around the room. It was a single, and pretty large. "Guess this is what McMillan money get's you..." I said to myself.
My eyes landed on the table next to my bed, where a purse was sitting. Once again, the memories I inherited told me that it was mine. I grabbed it and opened it up. Amidst the objects inside I found a wallet, which held a drivers license, which confirmed that I was still 17 and allowed me a look at my new face. I did look almost exactly like Sarah, with a few slight differences in the face.
I dropped the wallet back into the purse and laid back on the bed. Looking up at the clock, I saw that it was almost 10. I sighed and turned on the TV, having nothing else to do.
