ACT I
A black male in his late teens lays still on the hospital bed. Several leads are attached to his head, which are connected to thin cords that trace back to a small machine that monitors his condition.
A black male in his late teens lays still on the hospital bed. Several leads are attached to his head, which are connected to thin cords that trace back to a small machine that monitors his condition.
A young nurse named Grace enters the room. She parts open the blinds,
allowing the sunlight to penetrate her dim surroundings. The nurse approaches
the bed with a pen and notebook in hand. As she scribbles her notes, the door opens again. Raedale, a stocky black man, enters. She greets him with a brief smile.
RAEDALE
Afternoon, Grace.
GRACE
Hey, Raedale. I'll be out of your way in a minute.
RAEDALE
Anything new?
GRACE
Not really, no. His toes wiggled a bit last night,
but Doctor Imani says that's normal, given his condition.
RAEDALE
Can't believe it's been three days. Think he'll
ever wake up?
GRACE
That's hard to tell. Dorothy really did a number on
him. What was he thinking? Everybody know how dangerous that woman is. He's
lucky he's not dead. Why risk your life like that?
