Brain Swap Novels & Stories

The woman said sweetly to him, doing a complete one-eighty from how she spoke to me. “Yes Aria, I’m Doctor Smith. Well, there was brain trauma which is why it took so long for you to wake up, you had a pretty nasty bruise on the back of your head from blunt force trauma.” He turned to the nurse and said, “it’s possible to have amnesia after such nasty hit.” He opened his mouth to continue talking when the blonde man ran back in the room and thrust the cup of water at my face. “Thank you,” I whispered before grabbing the cup and slowly sipping it. When I finished, I crumpled the paper cup until my knuckles turned white. Why the fuck was this happening to me? Who are these people?

Professor Priya said. My feet felt numb. But I managed to stand, my hands fidgeting on the notebook on the desk. “What’s your name?” “Summer Peterson.” Professor Priya tilted her head. “Summer Peterson… alright then. Tell us, Summer, what happens when the brian’s reward circuitry overrides logical inhibition?” I know this, I thought. Of course I know this. I breathed out and forced my tongue to work. “It means—” I cleared my throat, felt the eyes on me. Hayden’s text burning into my mind. “It means the brain picks immediate reward over rational cost. Impulsivity goes up. You make decisions you wouldn’t if your frontal cortex was regulating your limbic system properly.”

Brain scans showed that her readings were way off the charts and out of control. On his terminal, a number of graphs continually spiked and subsided repeatedly. And their peaks and lows went far beyond normal. He was certain that his sister saw the readouts - it was impossible for her not to have. He quickly pointed them out with a shaky hand. “Don’t you see?! Just look at her prefrontal cortex! Her neural synapses are going berserk!” The Admiral turned dark the moment her brother confronted her. Irritation flashed through her in a wave, and her tone sharpened because of it.

"Ava, you are not broken. You are brave. How many people go through what you went through and choose to smile again? You are special. You fought for yourself, and your friends until the last minute. You have always put your family first, I don't know a better-functioning 23-year-old" "As I have told you, It's just different parts of your brain reacting", Catherine took out a piece and drew a rough 4 parts of the brain explaining how it performs. "It's your Brainstem which is responsible for basic reactions like temperature, heartbeat, etc, not realizing it's after two years now. It just remembers the feeling of a person attacking from behind and reacting just like what was stored in it. It d

Brad opened his mouth to protest but Doctor Ken held up a hand. "I know you're feeling better. I know you want to get back to normal. But your brain just went through a major event. It needs time to stabilize. You just have to think of it like a muscle that has been injured. You wouldn't go running a marathon right after tearing your hamstring, would you?" Brad closed his mouth and nodded reluctantly. "Second, watch for any unusual symptoms. Severe headaches, dizziness, nausea, confusion, or any memory gaps. If any of those happen, you come straight back here. Don't wait and don't ignore it either."

Final. The whole swap was doing something to my nervous system that I did not have adequate language for. That was the explanation. That was the only explanation I was accepting. Three people in a penthouse, two souls in the wrong bodies, weeks of proximity and high stakes and the permanent sense of standing on a floor that might give way at any moment — of course my instincts were misfiring. Of course my wolf was confused. She was operating in conditions that pack biology had not prepared any of us for, in a situation where the man I was married to looked like someone else and the man I was supposed to find nothing more than inconvenient looked like my husband and every sensory cue she had

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

We eat our food and talk about the past that we’re had in here, drinks wine and cheers. Everything is still in my brain, it locked inside the deepest place and never gone. Or I maybe forgot where the key is, because I didn’t lose any moment from my head, it’s always etched in my memory and it still there even though when my soul is leaving my body. “It’s good to see both of you” Rosa says as she chews the food. “It’s always good to see you” Lena replies with a sweet smile on her face.