what are you doing? willy turns. a work-weary resident comes past him to check the i.v.'s and monitors. he's about willy's age.
who told you that?
are you a member of the family?
this woman had a bullet plow through her brain.
you hear about elvis and aliens, too. all the time.
no. it's not impossible. but even if she did, she might not remember how to talk - let alone anything about how she was shot.
are you just going to keep asking the same question in different ways until you hear the answer you want? beat.
i knew i should have gone to law school. willy watches the resident go out. then he looks back down at jennifer. listening to the machines.
yeah, i understand -
the normal reflex goes downward. up indicates brain trauma.
sometimes we have to tape their eyes shut. they all move - they make sounds, they twitch. you think they're dreaming. but they're not. it's just what's left of the system, sending broken signals.
you're not authorized to order tes-
you get the paperwork, i'll do what i can. willy nods, grateful. as the resident heads out, willy sits by jennifer's bed - protective, intent.