"Mary?"
Rory snapped her body around to find that Tristan's condition still hadn't changed. He was still lying on that unfriendly white bed with tubes coming out of him.
"Hello, Mary??? Anyone home?" came the voice again.
Tris? She thought to herself.
"The one and only."
What the? Am I going crazy? I think I have head damage. I better go find a doctor.
"You're crazy alright. Crazy for me, that is."
What's going on?
"Well apparently I'll be sharing your body for a while. Hey, look-y what I can do."
To an outsider it would appear that Rory was pulling her own hair.
Hey stop that! This isn't funny.
"Sure it is."
Isn't"Is."
Isn't
"Is."
Shut up!"Make me!"
"Rory?"
"WHAT!" Rory screamed at her grandpa.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Right. Sure. I'm ready," she replied in her normal voice.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"I don't think she is, sir. I think she's going crazy," said Tristan's voice
inside her head.
"Shut up!" Rory said.
"Excuse me?" said her grandpa.
"Nothing. Sorry. I mean, let's just go."
"Haha, I got you in trouble with your grandfather," came Tristan's taunting voice.
No you didn't.
"Yes I did."Will you be quiet?
"No."
Just go away
"I can't."
Why not?
"Don't know how. What did you do to me anyway? Why am I in your head?"
How should I know?"Well, you're the conscious one. You tell me."
You're so annoying.
"Talk to the hand," said Tristan as Rory's hand shot out.
Her grandpa managed to dodge the hand and gave her a worried glance.
"Are you sure you're well?" her Grandpa asked again.
"Yes, I'm sure," Rory replied as she skipped on every third step.