{Present}
{SIRENS}
{007n7 is on his knees, staring at the road.}
{Police are around him.}
{He looks up.}
{His eyes widen.}
{He can't believe what the fuck he's seeing.}
{Why does Chance's head look like that?}
{Why is his best friend on a stretcher?}
{WHY THE FUCK IS THER BLOOD ON THE ROAD!?}
{WAKE THE FUCK UP!}
{SLAP!}
{People gasp around him}
Officer: "Sir, what are you doing?!"
…
Officer: "SIR! ANSWER ME!"
(Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck)
Officer: "SIR!"
(FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK)
Other Officer: "What's the problem?"
Officer: "He's not answering! I don't know what's wrong with him!"
(STOPFUCKINGTALKINGABOUTMEBITCHFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKMEWHATTHEFUCK!?)
{Sirens.}
…
. . .
{Looks up, then right.}
{The Ambulance is gone. The sirens are still echoing. The fucking Siren color things….The'yre
still flashing.}
(Fuck!)
…
{They're gone now.}
…
"S-s[voice crack]hit!"
…
{Starts sobbing.}
"Shit!"
{Buries his face in his hands}
Officer: "Sir! You need to tell me everything that happened..!"
{Still sobbing}
"N-NO!"
(Fuck! Why did I say that!?")
Officer: "Look see? He won't tell me anything!"
(FUCKER!)
{12 in the morning}
{007n7 is sleeping after crying for a long time. Didn't keep track,}
{He was too busy crying.}
…
{Ring,Ring!}
…
{Awakens}
…?
{Picks up phone}
..!
{beep!}
007n7:"H-hello?"
"Yes, hello, Are you the one paying for Chance Gotnomoni's treatment? I heard you're,um- also
a witness of the accident he was involved in."
007n7:"UH YES! Do-Do you have any news on him?"
"He…He's lost more than 60% of his blood. And Maybe he would've lost less if…he was, well…
heavier."
007n7:"W-What? How much does he weigh?"
"93 pounds at the time of the blood loss."
007n7:"S-SHIT!"
…
"It's….very likely that he might've, well, had anorexia and bulimia. Do you-Do you know what
that is?"
…
007n7 [Shaky voice] "N-No…I know what anorexia is, but…not bulimia…"
..
"Well, it's when someone eats a large amount of food in a short time, and then they force
themselves to throw up. It's-It's very likely Chance has this due to his, well, puffy-ish cheeks and
poorish-dental health, can-can I ask you a question?"
007n7: [shaky voice] "Y-yes…?"
(Oh fuck, is Chance insane? That isn't like him, n-no!)
"Did he go to the restroom a lot when you two hung out together?"
(Wait….wait…!)
007n7: "He-He did…unusually often."
(Oh! Oh shit! I thought he just drank a lot when I wasn't there but…no… there'd be times where
we wouldn't be drinking anything at all and…he'd just..go..? And that's why he'd eat all that
food… I thought he was just a fattass- but-sometimes he'd refuse to eat, like at all? What the
fuck was this dumbass trying to do? Lose weight? He wasn't that fat. He was never fat. He…I've
questioned why he looked that skinny-)
"Hello, sir..?"
..
007n7: "I'm…I'm still here."
[Bluddude is listening outside 007n7's bedroom door.]
…
007n7: "yes, yes-yes of course… Yes, thank you… Goodbye. Yeah,bye."
{Hangs up.}
…
{007n7 continues sobbing.}
…
Bluddude: "..."