i..
well... i guess i have a new face now.
What... do you guys... think?

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i..
well... i guess i have a new face now.
What... do you guys... think?
My Compensation After a Car Accident
I was driving through town when I was in a car accident. I was hit from the side. He crashed into the driver's . Smash myside window, my windshields shattered is my face. A piece of metal hit me in the head.
Cut my scslp and tsking up bunch of my hair. The glass went in my eyes. It hurts so much I can't see. I'm bleeding everywhere.
I can'r believe how fast the ambulance got there, I was in such pain. It hurts so much. So much glass of my eyes I can't even see. My face , my face at hurts all the glasses that hit me.
I must have passed out from the pain.
The next thing I know I must be in some operating room.
Later I found out.. I was at this very high-tech training hospital. The doctor taking care of me was the father of the guy who hit me.
I was in such bad shape when I got in there. With all the broken glass cutting my face to shreds. A piece of metal went through the window and went across my head. Ripping a whole bunch of hair from my head. So much glass went in my eyes.I don't know if I'll be able to see again.
This accident must have really deformed me . I'm sure . No one will look at me. And I can't even see myself.
I was fading in and out from the pain. With this being a teaching hospital. Everything was high tech they said. I wish I could just die.It hurts so much.The blood all over my hands touching my face.
Thats when I heard them talking the pieces started falling together. The guy who hit me died. But there's not a mark on his body.
And here I am , I must look like a monster.
I overheard them talking. You're talking maybe skingraphs and stuff. The doctor who oversees the transplant division was talking.
That's when I heard the guy in the accent died. But what made it weird was the doctor who's gonna be taking care of me. It was his father.
He told me his son was an organ and tissue donor. In fact he stated. If something was to happen to him , he would , he would donate his body science. What needs to be done will require a few graphs and even some transplants. It'll be his honor to pay me back by taking it from his son to help me.
I was ready to freak out. But they sedated me right away.
I was fading out when the team entered the operating room. They didn't want to waste any time. There was a body layong on another table.I don't understand what's going on. Wait a second. Is that his son? I remember he saying transplants. I can't really tell since my eyes are all scratched up from the glass.
I hear the doctor say something about his, eyes, hair., and face. And I fade out. When he said a few other things.
My mind was spinning so much. It must be the drugs. But everything felt like it was fine.
Different doctors coming in and out. Hours and hours have passed. With all the different transplants I needed. They harvest everything from his son that I needed.
With the modern technology of today and the specialty equipment , I couldn't believe how fast everything was going even though my mind was spinning even faster.
But when I woke up , I was shocked to see.
I was really surprised to see what I saw. I had his face. I had his son's face. He took my new face from his son and gave it to me.
The hair was his son's.
The ability to see again in my eyes don't hurt. But when I was looking at my reflection, that's when I noticed my eyes were blue. My old eyes were brown. These must have been his son's eyes too.
I wonder if everything came from his son.
The doctor walked into the room. Don't try to speak yet just wait a little bit.
You may have noticed some differences about you.
The car accident really messed you up. We went over you very literally.
It's hard for me to say this but since my son was responsible for what happened to you. And he died in the accident.
Since I'm a the transplant doctor., the least I could do was give you everything.You needed to live a normal life from my son's body.
Starting with your eyes. The flying glass did a numbers here eyes and your face. Along with other projectiles.
I'm a specialist in transplants. It's the least we could do to help you recoup from this and most that my son had caused.
Your eyes are now blue. My son's eyes. Your face would have been so scarred up after the accident. I don't even want to say what you could have looked like. I removed my son's face and surgically , clearly we crafted it in place of your own skin. We did the same with his hair.
You can now walk in public, even though the swelling hasn't gone down in your face. Others is metal items came at you and hit you in the Voicebox. So you now have my son's voice box. So you'll be able to speak. Most likely you'll have his voice.
My team went over every inch of you to see what else may have been injured or damaged.
The state-of-the-art medicine we have today. That's still in the discovery, worked out perfectly for you. It's a quicker healing process.
We will be keeping your here for a couple days to keep an eye on you.
I have to take care of the arrangements for my son now if you excuse me.
The doctor left in another gentleman came in. You had the best doctrine to take care of you. The transplants were all successful.
I was just getting used to my new face. And my new voice I had his son's voice.
A male nurse came in with some clothes and helped me get dressed.
I couldn't get over it.I still had my amazing muscular physique of a body.But this handsome face iand his golden brown hair
So this is the face of the guy who hit me, and now I have it as my own.
His father walked in and says I'm not used to saying this, but you deserve the best.I can give you. The damage that he did in that crash.
Looking at both your files. I noticed that you'd both had the same bodies measurements too. I'm gonna offer you something. Everything that was my son is now yours. I know you're wearing some of his clothes right now. It was easier.
Is there anyone who can take care of you for the next few weeks? While you're still healing.
I started talking softly. I'm sorry sir but no. My parents passed away years ago. It's just me.
The doctor looked at me. I have an idea.
I'm gonna put you in my son's place.. That'll be your life from this point on. I'll be the one taking care of you. You look like my son, so why can't you be my son?
I moved in that very day. It was so much nicer than my old place. And he didn't live that far away. He would call and check on me. He would stop by going to and from work.
I was still adjusting to my new face and everything.
A few weeks have gone by and i've recovered fully. Amazingly, the techniques they use today make you heal so much quicker.
This is my first time out. Everybody kept calling me Gavin. That was his name. Instead of trying to explain it , I just went along with it.
When I got home that night the doctor showed up to check on me. I told him about my day and that everyone was calling me Gavin. I just didn't feel like correcting them.
You're using his name? You can be my son. Everything else. Why can't you be Gavin for me? I've given you so much of him already.Why not take his name.
It's getting late you sound tired . You should go to bed , we'll talk about this tomorrow.
The next day I met him for dinner and he called me Gavin.
I decided I should be his son and my name now is Gavin.
I have his hair his eyes his face and his voice. Why not. If I don't know an answer to something , I'll just say it's probably from the accident. And I only wear his clothes.So it must mean we do have the same body measurements.
Its just the staff and his father that know I'm not the original. I'm enjoying being Gavin.
We have long talks and I learned so much about him. And as the months go by , I swear , I was him the whole time. It feels like he never really lost his son. And I have a family. I just went from middle class to upper class.
I've got used to it, and I'm enjoying being Gavin.
Having a rich father has its perks.
I think the time has passed that we even forgot We were total strangers until that accident. I feel like his son.
It's nice having a father again. And how he loves spoiling me. It's like I was always there. I was always his son.
Any one else think Bob Kane's Joker looks like troll face?
And Dick Sprang's looks like new troll face?
On that note I think it's pretty safe say that Dick Sprang's design of the character was inspired by how Bob Kane would Draw Joker's comedy mask.
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