#new body
The Donor
Jon’s workouts at the gym have been very successful. Doing bodybuilding routines is really shown. Tonight he’s stood in front of the mirror after a long session . Studying his body. All his hard work and what he has achieved .
Getting all cleaned up packing up his gym bag. He headed out the gym doors. His mine was more focused on what is future plans and workouts would be. Not minding what was going on around him. As he stepped off the curb to cross the street was hit by a car.
The speed of the card sent him somewhat farther down the block as he lay down the sidewalk. His gym bag straps around the shoulder
The paramedics arrived and got him stable and transport into the local hospital.
Jon was taken to the emergency room. X-rays and MRIs. Even a brain scan.
The internal damage was so severe there was no real helping him. The best they could do was the make him comfortable until he passed
My name is Scott Taylor I’m a resident here at the hospital. I haven’t been here long and I working mostly nights not too many staff members know me. Jon was now my patient.
We move him to a special private hospice room to make him as comfortable as possible. The special lighting there give you a feeling of warm daylight even though it was the middle of the night.
One of my jobs was to prepare for Jon’s passing.
Looking over Medical Records he’s been in here a few times. A minor sprains and injuries from his workouts. Reading over is charted also noted that he was a donor. Not just an organ and tissue during a full body donor.
What that means is if somebody needed an arm or a leg. Besides just the vital organs and tissues that his body would offer. And to be useful to someone else. Being in top physical shape those items would be precious to anyone.
I know it’s been some time since he’s been in here. Reading over the chart his body weight alone shows he wasn’t a as advanced as a bodybuilder the last time he was here and all that beautiful Muscle wrapped around his body.
As the night goes on I’ll be the only one here with Jon. I’ll be reading the monitors. And charting his downgrading.
I would personally take pulse from his wrist, and the Carotid artery in his neck. Monitoring his heartbeat through his chest.
I could see was the beautiful muscle tone he had developed over the past few years the last visit he had here at the hospital.
I was wondering if I was going to medical school and doing this at night I be in the gym working out myself how far I be like Jon.
Then it came to me something that I learned in medical school. The muscle tone of his body was so massive. There’s actually a burden on his weakened heart and state that he was in.
There is an electronic way to relieve the stress the burden that’s on his body was on and making more comfortable.
Normally we would give it to another patient need. But we don’t have one. I’m the only one here. So I did give him myself to make Jon’s last few hours more comfortable.
What am I talking about. There’s a way to transform Jon’s muscles into a fluid and transfer it in the someone else. It’s not something we can’t put into a container like blood and save it in the refrigerator. It needed to be done right then and there. It’d be a waste of his hard-earned effort just to dump it down a drain.
I preped Jon’s body. Injecting is muscular tissue across his body. Breaking it down in the fluids.
It’s similar to a blood transfusion where it goes from one body to another. But this requires multiple needles. A special pump device. The design to take it from one body and help it move swiftly into the other.
Reading over Jon’s chart chart. Him and I had a lot of similarities right down to the blood type which would make me The Perfect Host to receiving Jon’s muscle tone.
I prepped the room for the transference. I hooked myself up to monitors and got myself ready by removing all my clothes and laying down on the cot next to his bed my body needs to be lower than his.
Since I’m by myself I’m the only one who can do this to myself but you’re making it kind of tricky.
Fortunately the needles are color coded. Blue needle into his right pec the other end into my right pec. Green to the left. And so on triceps and biceps, quads, glutes, abs. Multiple needle connections every muscle group in his body to my own. And make sure the needles are hooked into me safely and strapped down. I need some maneuverable abilities so I can operate the machine also.
I also connected electronic pads to his brain. What little that has not shut down from the accident. To obtain any information and knowledge he has to add to my own.
Once all wired up. I laid back on the cot. I had the control in my hand. And turned it on.
As Jon’s muscle fluids pumped from his body into my own. I am feeling a pulsing sensation as my muscle grew. My mine is feel electronic plusses as all of Jon’s available knowledge is shared with me.
Hope it’s his work out program to maintain my soon more muscular body.
As Jon’s muscular physique breaks down and his knowledge becomes part of mine. I could hear through my ears Jon’s heart beating easier. His body is in a much more relaxed state than he’s a lot more comfortable now that I’ve relieved him of most of his muscular tone.
Bodybuilders puts a lot of strain on their heart, lungs and organs even if they’re in perfect health.
And you may think it’s cold of me for doing this to him. But remember he signed the donor form. Not a basic form but a full body donation form. We don’t have a patient in our Care at the hospital that would benefit from this right now and we can’t save it. It has to be done right away before his passing.
I need to hear in the machine slowing down and shutting off. I close my eyes and relax. Soon as I woke like I gave a full body workout at the gym.
I removed the needles and the electronic patches and my body is releasing me from the machine.
I slowly got up and want to go to the bathroom and got cleaned up. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went in the other room to see myself in the mirror for the first time.
I had John’s amazing body is my own now. I can hear the machines running more smoothly now as his body is in a more relaxed state.
I got dressed back in my clothes my pants form-fitting to my new muscular legs and amazing glutes. My shirt on my muscular chest shown a tight fit.. As I put on my doctor’s coat only to cover everything up.
I checked on Jon. The EKG is starting to fade down. . His body look more like a young college student. Fit and in tone. As if we swap bodies.
In the back of my mind, I can feel John’s memories for my head. His work out problems probably the one he was thinking about when he was struck by the car.
Hours passed as I sat by his side. No family here. I feel like his friend.
The day shaff was just coming on when Jon passed. I called the head surgeon. And prepared him for the Walk of Honor. I cried as if I lost a friend as I lead the way to the operating room. The whole hospital staff came out to pay their respects. Jon’s hero’s goodbye as a donor.
Jon helped so many that day.
At the gym I share his knowledge with guys who are trying to get a body like his..
Just remember to look as your leaving and crossing the street.
For myself I more into helping others with proper health and training as a doctor and taking part in sports medicine.
