“—I’ve been sick, it’s the swine flu.”
[ Heaven knows there haven’t been an outbreak of swine since 04’ or 06’. Can’t recall, she straining that half dead brain of hers for images to which no longer belong to her. Stolen. They’ve taken them from the starlet. She’s fighting to get them back, her memoirs. Battle deemed worthless, you’re alive again that’s all that should matter. ]
“—I ah, hit m-my head? Yes-s. My friends, we live together…somewhere around here.”
“Right. Well, that’s concerning.”
[ It’s made clear through his reply that he’s not entirely convinced. Swine flu doesn’t do this to people – it can’t. He should let it go, and he’s well aware of it, too; but he doesn’t walk away from problems that can be fixed. It’s not in his nature. Sometimes he likes things broken, and sometimes he can’t stand to see things in any way that isn’t it’s full potential. ]
“Your friends. Okay. Have you been to a doctor? And ––– wait, you do remember where you live, right?”