I woke up in a hospital bed with odd machines surrounding me. I gazed around in a sort of daze, for I had never been in a hospital. A nurse walked in at that moment and exclaimed, “Oh! You’re awake, Walter?” I stared at her dumbly. My name wasn’t Walter, it was John. So why would she call me that? It was only then that my medicated, half asleep brain started to put the pieces together; I woke up in a hospital just like my best friend Walter Bailey would have since he is paralyzed from the waist down and has cancer.I had his dark skin and muscled arms as well, I noted. I swallowed hard as I wondered, if I’m Walter, then what happened to him? “Mr.Bailey? Are you alright? Perhaps it’s time you had some sleep,” the nurse said, looking concerned. Before I could do or say anything, she slipped a pill down my throat and I knew no more.

I awoke once more, only this time I was in my own bed. Without a second thought, I got dressed and drove to the hospital. Entering Walter’s room, I noticed immediately that he was grinning widely. I had, of course, several questions but to sum it up, Walter switched us so that he could see what it was like to be able to walk and move around. “And I must say, you are extremely clumsy,” he said with a snicker.

The End