Who Are You?

I

Kelly retrieved the paper cup from the dispenser. The aroma diffusing from the coffee tickled her senses, prompting her mind into overdrive. It has been three nights since the accident. She could still recall the sick feeling she felt when the receptionist from Alexandra Hospital woke her from her slumber with the news. She was having a dream then, one in which Keith was tied to her with a thick nylon rope and both of them were suspended by yet more ropes running along harnesses attached to their bodies. They were on the Eiffel Tower and they were about to bungee jump off it. Just as she closed her eyes and left her body to free fall along with Keith, she heard the ringing of her house phone.
That was the last dream she has had for the past few days. Eye bags hung thick beneath her eye sockets. She had prayed-hard, for any sort of miracle to surface. She cast her gaze upon her husband's body, now riddled with bruises from the incessant changing of needles and drips that occurred throughout the days.
She leaned on Keith's face, tasting his faint breath. At least the air he exhaled reminded her that he was still alive, despite the doctor's grim estimate of him having only 0.01% chance of being able to open his eyes and talk to her like he used to, to tell her that everything is okay.
"Mrs Tan?"
Kelly sat up, unaware that she had fallen asleep beside Keith. Her fingers were still interlocked with his. She slowly uncurled his fingers and gently lay Keith's hand on the soft bed. She then adverted her attention to the doctor standing by the door.
"I've something to discuss with you Mrs Tan. Could you spare me a few minutes at my office?"
Kelly nodded and began walking towards the door which was held open by the doctor. After navigating their way through the long corridors, she found herself seated on a cushioned seat in front of a long oak desk which was, as typical of a doctor's work space, cluttered with half read documents and opened giant binders.
"Mrs Tan, I would like to bring to your attention today's news," the doctor said before directing Kelly's attention to the headline stamped across the front page of The Straits Times.
'Four Year Research Culminates In Phenomenal Medical Breakthrough'
Kelly scrutinised the small font that followed the headline and scanned through the article.
Professor Shimiwaka, the brain behind the project, claims that the research has brought about a technology that allows for complete neuronal reconstruction. This would suggest the possibility of brain transplants, which is up till now, considered a medical impossibility.
Kelly read no further. She had collapsed, a slight hint of a smile showed on her pale and now unconscious face.