Oscar: What is it? Don’t pull that face-.. he’s okay, right?
Sidney: I mean-.. somehow, for now. We’ll see.
Oscar: What kind of answer is that?
Sidney: The truth.
Bruno: What does it say?
Oscar: C’mon, man.. you don’t wanna ask her that.
Sidney: [sighs] Perforated right ventricle, pneumothorax, lacerations to the liver-.. three blood transfusions.
Oscar: Simpler..?
Sidney: He should be dead.
Sidney: It’s rare, but there’s a chance his body might reject the transfusions. His oxygen levels were clearly too low without assistance, so he’s been sedated and ventilated; that puts him at risk of developing pneumonia-…
Oscar: I think that’s enough.
Sidney: Y’know-.. he’s young n’ fit, I’m sure he’ll bounce back.
Bruno: Can I sit with him?
Sidney: Technically no, but I’ll pull some strings.
…
[SOFT BEEPING]
[FOOTSTEPS]
Bruno: It’s too quiet without him.
Oscar: You gotta try n’ think positively.
Bruno: Mhm…
Oscar: C’mon, he’ll be pissing us off again with his yabbering in no time.
Bruno: Hm.
Oscar: We’re heading home soon, you gonna be okay?
Bruno: Yeah.
Oscar: Alright, well.. Sid’s still knocking about if you need anything.
Bruno: I’ll let you know if he-…
Oscar: Uhm?
Bruno: When he’s doing better.
Oscar: Yeah, you will.
