Just Like Yesterday

7

"Are you alright? What's wrong?" Mark's worried again. And Jenna is awake, her hand over the seat, rubbing my shoulder.

"Should we go back to the hospital?" She asks in that concerned, soft, motherly tone. 

"Oh, um, no," I scramble for an excuse for my sudden outburst. "I just thought I forgot my wallet at the hospital but..."

Mark and Jenna exchange a glance. "Tyler, you never carry your wallet with you on tour,"

"Uhh yeah, I know. It's just weird to not have it in my pocket, you know?" I fake a laugh, and it comes out more shaky and nervous than I'd intended. 

"Maybe we should..." Jenna trails off, looking at Mark with an almost scared expression. He finishes her sentence for her.

"Maybe we should get back to the hospital. You really don't seem like yourself, man."

And what, get examined for a concussion I don't have? I'm completely fine, other than the fact that I've switched bodies with a man I barely know. But I can't tell them that. The doctor said to bring me back to the hospital if anything abnormal happened. I think this definitely falls into that category. 

"No, really. Don't worry about it. I'm just exhausted from traveling all over the place and tonight's show was crazy and I'm still kinda freaked out about the fall," Mark and Jenna nod, satisfied with my excuse and probably as relieved as I am to be heading back to wherever we're staying for the night. So Mark keeps driving, and Jenna soon falls asleep again.

I lean my head against the cool window and close my eyes, letting the rhythmic sound of the world around me lull me to sleep, and try to forget who I am.