The minute hand hammered to attention at the same time the medbay doors swung open, admitting nurse Stecth. She carried in her hands a metal storage clipboard, and flipped through papers nonchalantly.
That top is awfully low for a medical staff, do you think she’s trying to seduce me? I heard Max think.
Shut up, Max. I responded in kind. We had always shared a connection, Max and me. The innate ability to hear each other in her heads— the sort of thing the media always said twins could do. From what I could tell, no twins apart from us could do it.
I tore my eyes away from the nurse’s breasts. Damnit Max. It was like his pubescent urges could control us both sometimes.
Still better than being the one boy in school who experienced PMS, Alyssa. Max thought. Right, I had forgotten about that...incident. Still for the first thirteen years of our lives, we had survived despite being joined at the hip, literally. Only when Max’s dick started to control his thoughts did the medicare finally fork over some money. Why were boys so proud of their dicks?
You’d understand if you had one.
I do, technically. His name is Maxamillion.
Why don’t you go die?
Why don’t you shove your--
“Good morning children, I’ll be your nurse today,” Stecth’s boobs interrupted. I panned up to her face and tried to ignore the massive mole on her neck. No way that was healthy.
“Doctor Smith will be waiting in the OR to get you guys independant at last, isn’t that exciting?” the mole continued.
“Meh, Alyssa’s jealous she doesn’t get to pretend to be me anymore. We’re like a package deal Parent Trap.” Max snorted. Oh, fuck right off dude.
He ignored me. Our father was also sitting with us, and once he got the joke, he gave a painfully rehearsed chuckle that did nothing but admit his nervousness.
“Well, let’s wheel you two in and we’ll administer the general anesthetic,” the mole said, and she grabbed the bars of our extra-wide wheelchair before either of us could protest.
And to think you get practice with the extra-wide wheelchair before we get separated, Max sneered.
Once we’re separated the first thing I’ll do is choke you to death, Max.
We reached the nurse’s station and she hooked us up to the drip. I glared daggers at everyone passing by gawking. Yeah, watch the nurse put the freaks to sleep.
“Now you may feel an odd cold sensation running through you as the anesthetic enters your bloodstream, but just relax and everything will be just fine.” she said. “Any questions?”
Can I fondle your-
“Shut the fuck up.” I said to Max. The nurse’s eyes widened and her smile broke for a few moments. Trembling, she regained it.
“R-right. I’ll leave you two to it.” She said, quickly darting away.
“You idiot, you said that out loud,” Max whispered in my ear. I flushed.
“I didn’t- I wasn’t thinking-” I stammered.
“Don’t worry about it,” Max yawned, “When I wakeu-”
Max conked out and before I could take it in, my head reeled and I followed him into unconsciousness.
I feel funny. Like in a not very hilarious way.
That’s because we’re asleep but also not. Remember when we ran into that tree at Grandma’s?
You ran into it, I was taken with you, asshole.
Anyways, it’s the same thing. Don’t worry about it. Trust me.
I love you.
You sappy fuck...I love you too.
When I woke up, my left arm was completely dead. Not sleeping. Unusably dead. Max woke a few hours later, understandably delirious. His first deed as a single man was to get rejected by our nurse. His second was to be mouthfed water after fainting for moving so quickly after waking up.
Annoyingly he was right, I was jealous seeing him whole, not feeling all of myself anymore.
Will we still stick together like before? I ventured out to him.
Nothing but silence answered me.