Thursday, April 12, 2007

12

Trevor continues to writhe on the floor. Mom and Alisa stand there.

Alisa: Mommy! What do we do?

Mom: Oh, I’m not sure.

Alisa: Is he dying?

Mom: Oh no, he’s an epileptic. But I forgot if I should take his tongue out or hold his head up. Stay right here, Mommy has to go get a medical dictionary.

Alisa: No.

Alisa goes to the phone and dials. Gloria and Dr. G reappear in the DR’s office opposite Trevor’s mom’s kitchen.

DR: How long will he remain unconscious?

McNan: About 45 minutes. At least that’s what the vet told me, but it varies sporadically. Once he woke up just after 10. Anymore of that wine, for your prophetess?

The unconscious Trevor stirs in the middle of the floor. Alisa and Mom, who reenters, are unaware of Gloria and Dr. G and vice versa.

Trevor- (through puke and writhing, screams) MOMMY!

Mom/ McNan: I’m here, darling. I’m here.

Mom: What are you doing on the phone?

Alisa: Calling 911.

Mom: No. No. Musn’t do that.

McNan: I bet he’s having one of those hallucinations again. What a crocket!

DR: Hallucinations?

Mom: Remember when you had that rash and I told you to look it up in the medical dictionary?

McNan/Trevor: Yeah.

McNan: Hallucinations.

Alisa: Yeah.

DR: What are they?

Mom: Go see if you can find the book in your room. I’m gonna check my room.

Mom and Alisa exit frantically, Trevor seems to slow down. DR pours another drink for Gloria –alcohol seems to make her stronger.

McNan: I received Trevor when he was very small, but once he told an employee of mine, one Curtis Falco, when I worked for a production company by the name of Femjina Inc. that he was epileptic and often dreamed of how perfect his family would have been if he had grown up with them. Obviously he didn’t grow up with them. He became my ward, because well. . .in truth, because he was better off with me. I can cure his epilepsy. Oh Glonk. I’m such a poetess too. I rhyme and I don’t even try.

DR: But he’s having a seizure now.

McNan: Oh that’s the horse medication talking. He’s living in an alternate universe. He’s very mentally deranged. Quite obtuse.

DR: Well, I have to get him to open up. It’s my job.

McNan: Yes, I trust you’ll take him to the beginning and back again. Find out everything that happened. Take careful notes. Anything you don’t think I already don’t know, please make me aware of.

DR: Anything for you my proton gun.

Mom and Alisa reenter.

Mom: We have to save him. We must.

Trevor suddenly stops shaking. He is covered in vomit and foam. His eyes open.

Trevor: The truth is, they are real. AND they will save me, you assholes.

Mom and Alisa are cut off by a giant curtain.

McNan: We’ll see about that.

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