Transplant, by David Little
Roger regained consciousness at 2am.
At first he felt nothing, which he thought was due to the anaesthetic. Slowly, feeling returned to his feet and worked its way up.
“And how are you today, Mr Gold?” the doctor asked, his smiling face hoving into view.
Roger tried to speak but couldn’t. He felt his mouth move and larynx vibrate, but no noise escaped.
“Excellent,” the doctor said. “The monitors show that you have feeling which is excellent. Soon you’ll believe that you can move. I’ll tell the clients we’ve successfully put your consciousness into an aspidistra.”
Roger tried to scream.