Time: Friday, March 30, 2012, about 1:30pm EDT
Scene: a restaurant
Players: 1 woman, 1 man, 2 male extras
The woman and two male extras are having lunch and discussing a business project.
The woman’s phone buzzes, she looks at the screen
Woman:
Oh, it’s my sister in law. My brother had brain surgery yesterday, I’ve got to take this. [she touches screen to answer call] Hey there, honey bunch!
Man [on phone]:
It’s probably not the honey bunch you were expecting.
Woman:
OH MY GOD, it’s YOU! How ARE you? [she whispers to her companions] It’s my BROTHER! I’ve gotta go outside to hear. I’ll be right back.
Man [on phone, at the same time]:
I’m GREAT. Although I’m starving. The bran muffin they brought me for breakfast … well, I’m pretty sure my tumor was bigger. Since I didn’t get dinner last night, by this morning I was ready for some serious chowing-down. They promised to do better at lunch. I’m waiting to see what the level of their game is then.
Woman:
Really? They saw your head open, drag out something huge, and you’re already complaining about the food? That’s … awesome! [laughs]
Man:
Yeah, I know. I feel pretty good, other than a headache, but they’re giving me meds for that. I’m surprised I feel this good, but I do. [laughs]
Woman:
You’re still in the ICU, right?
Man:
Yeah. And I’ve got enough monitoring gear on me that it’s a challenge to get out of bed. I’m allowed to do that, but I have to turn into a juggler to actually accomplish it. Not a great situation, given that I have a bit of a stability issue from the surgery and the meds.
Woman:
When you get out of there, maybe we could put our heads together, come up with some ideas to fix that for the next poor bastard who finds himself in your sitch. I can’t believe how good you sound. I’d be doing handsprings here on the street if I didn’t have to put the phone down to do it. Really.
Man:
Yeah, I feel pretty damn lucky.
Woman:
I love you, bro.
Man:
Love you too, sis.
