Getting the suit home I shoved it in my closet. My mind reeling from what just happened as I rest on my bed to calm my thoughts. I can't believe what just happened... can't believe I have Patricia's... body in my closet. Not like a serial killer, but literally just a flesh facsimile of her body in every minute detail. It's not long before I can no longer think about what happened and fall asleep.
Inside the closet Patricia groans silently in pain. Her own mind racing as to how long it will take to heal. Ever since she was born she had the ability to deflate herself in order to avoid life ending injury. However depending on how severe they were... she would take longer to restore herself. She had just broken up with Brad when the stupid driver had hit her trying to get back to her own dorms. She couldn't believe it....was she just going to miss classes and wait it out in this new place the stranger brought her to? If she did then at least she wouldn't have to deal with Brad finding and harassing her.
She knew she only had two options at this point. Either she could put her form over the person who recovered her from the road and heal that much faster using their own health. Or... she could simply wait and see. Maybe they would put her on out of curiosity. Her body suit shivered at the thought. Having someone disgusting inside of her... she could always hope they just would forget and leave her be to heal at the slower pace.
I woke up the next morning and stretched. My rain soaked clothes still on top of the hamper as I arose. I would not open the closet to see that last night's dream was real. Not now at least.. I couldn't. So I put on fresh clothes, and packed my books and notebook to get ready for my classes. When I finished I would come home and check... when the reality wouldn't cause any more disruptions than it already had.
School went well aside from Brad being a bigger dick than usual. I overhead him saying something nasty about Patricia as he and his friends laughed. I wondered if she had been running from him last night. If he had done something that scared her so much she would have not noticed my car. My mind apparently not allowed a reprieve from what I kept trying to convince myself was all a bad dream.
As I got home I walked upstairs. My mom in the kitchen making dinner as usual. I gave her a hello, and didn't have to pretend to be tired to avoid conversation with her. As I trudged upstairs to my room I wondered if I would be proven right that it was all a terrible nightmare... or If I'd have to start coming up with solutions.