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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.
