Brain Damage #1
When I finally woke up from the operation, I had no inhibitions and a libido the size of the National Debt.
Oh yes, and I couldn't remember anything for more than fifteen minutes, so all of this is from what people told me.
The minor operation (akin to picking your nose with a skalpel) had gone horribly wrong. The hack doctor had penetrated my brain, damaging my frontal lobes.
After a couple of days, my roommates came to visit me. Theresa sat down on my bed and I immediately hugged her tight. She hugged back, and I slipped my hands under the back of her shirt and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
She giggled good-humouredly, but said: "[Limbo], you and I aren't like this."
I continued elegantly praising her considerable charms, and she put up with it until I moved my hands around the front and started fondling her breasts.
She stood up, embarrassed. I howled in despair and invited Julie over.
Julie and I weren't even really friends, but I sweet-talked her into a hug and began the process all over again.
After a bit of insistent persuading, she lay down next to me, but Theresa and my other roommates were getting worried. They called in the nurse.
Theresa: "What's going on?"
Nurse: "Oh, he's a wild one, isn't he? He had my blouse unbuttoned this morning before I even noticed!"
Julie manages to get out of my clutches, and the four of them explain that something is seriously wrong.
I'd been lying there for two days, stuck in the present moment, with spinal fluid slowly dripping out of my nose (the nurses HAD provided a box of Kleenex), and nobody had noticed.
Nurse: "Oh! We thought he was just like that normally!"
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