11- she's pretty

Kailey got off the bed with the sound of the radio-alarm. She looks at the sleeping man. Her brain is trying to understand what he said. Did she hear him correctly? She bit her nails, one after the other. She held her nose between her thumb and middle finger as she paced the floor. No... she must have heard wrong. That can't- the possibility is nil. Never!

'Two souls in one body? Two minds?'

Now she needed pills. She took two with a glass of milk. Paced the floor some more. So, he studied biology and ended up playing God? What on Earth was he thinking? Did she believe him? No. She doesn't.

She scratches her head. A million and one questions pounded on her brain.

'Do I?'

What did he mean by don't kiss him? Kiss the dead guy? Wait, he said the dead doctor was dwelling in his brain- But wait...what if -he's Max- Is he? Who is who? Oh God...he's insane. Does he have another problem? Split personality? DID? Dissociative identity disorder...That's it!