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(Friday afternoon, INT: hospital room. AW's eyes are now open.)

JH: The doctors said they spent hours picking out which bone fragments were jaw and which were vertebrae. You're on eight different medications. Nobody's sure if you'll recover any kind of sensation or control from the neck down.
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JH: Your eyes are open, but I have no idea if you're conscious.
AW: Hff.
JH: Do you know where you are? Do you even know who I am?
AW: Hff.
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JH: Well, y'know what, here's a hint: I'm the guy who beat you upside the head when you tried to rob me in the park.
JH: I'm the guy you tried to frame for unprovoked assault, and then you killed -or arranged to have killed, I don't know which and I don't care- a child to cover your shit up.
JH: And I'm the guy who tracked you down just in time to call the ambulance that saved your miserable life.
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JH: Also, I had to pretend to be your secret gay husband to get in here, so if anybody asks, my name is Richie Pawn and you love me very much.
AW: Hff!