chapter 2
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 INT. HOSPITAL ROOM. DAY
 FAITH lies unconscious in a hospital bed. John stands over
 the bed reading her chart. He's wearing a rumpled button-down
 shirt. He's puts the chart down, and places his left hand on
 her forehead. He closes his eyes and slows down his
 breathing. Even with his eyes closed, he manages to look
 puzzled and shocked.
 John opens his eyes and takes his hand off of her.

 JOHN
 Oh, luv... What kind of trouble
 have you gotten yourself into this
 time?


 A DOCTOR ENTERS.

 DOCTOR
 John Constantine?

 JOHN
 Yeah, that's me.


 JOHN AND THE DOCTOR SHAKE HANDS.

 DOCTOR
 Thank you for coming down at such
 an early hour. We didn't know who
 else to call. We couldn't find any
 next of kin, and yours was the only
 number in her speed dial.

 JOHN
 Just me? I guess I ought to be
 flattered. Can you tell me what's
 wrong with her?

 DOCTOR
 Well, actually we were hoping you
 could shed some light on that
 subject. As near as we can tell,
 Ms. Frye here suffered some sort
 of...emotional trauma powerful
 enough to send her into a coma.
 There doesn't seem to be any sign
 of a significant head injury
 powerful enough to send her into a
 coma this deep. 
 (He pauses for a moment)
 Does she have any allergies that
 you knew of?

 JOHN
 No. Not that I knew of.


 THE DOCTOR SMILES, TRYING TO PUT JOHN AT EASE.

 DOCTOR
 You're speaking of her in the past
 tense, Mr Constantine. She isn't
 dead. It isn't terribly uncommon
 for coma patients to pull through.
 There is still the chance of a full
 recovery.
 (he pauses again, and his
 smile fades\)
 However, that being said, there is
 still the subject of a Living Will
 to discuss. To your knowledge, does
 Ms Frye have any relatives that
 would know of the existance of such
 a document?


 JOHN GLARES SIDEWAYS AT THE DOCTOR.

 JOHN
 A Living-- Let's recap this
 conversation, Guv. First you tell
 me that my favorite ex-girlfriend
 is in a coma. Then you tell me that
 you don't know why. THEN you ask me
 to give you permission to pull the
 plug! Are you trying to free up the
 bed? Make a little more cash on a
 good old fashioned, in and out
 kidney stone? More traffic means
 more money for you, right? Worried
 that you'll have a comatose woman
 in this bed for years, and you
 won't get as many customers in
 here? I know that HMOs are
 heartless monsters, but I didn't
 know that they paid you quacks on
 commission! 


 JOHN STORMS OUT.
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