Post by The Roy on Dec 7, 2011 0:57:15 GMT -5
The following video has been altered through the wonders of special effects and video editing. Enjoy.
The scene opens up to The Roy sitting in one seat connected to seat after seat forming a row. The pink padding looks uncomfortable as The Roy is leaned forward, his elbows in his lap, his face in his palms, his hat on his head. More people sit in the poorly padded seats off in the distance as they are placed strategically throughout the room centered around a few television sets playing basic channels. Some of the people blow their nose into tissue, others yell at the wild children running rampant between the seats and the vending machines. The Roy grunts and rubs his palms up and down across his face viciously as if trying to start a fire. He sighs with a deep voice and looks up swinging himself backwards into the seat. His eyes are rolled back at first with sarcasm, until they meet back up directed into the camera lens.
Roy: Seriously guys do you have to be recording this?
The Roy reaches out and covers up the camera. His head has a red tint as it slowly covers up all light until we hear a voice just a semi second after the lens are covered.
Voice: Mr. Rowe?
The Roy removes his hand from the camera which continues to film, jumping to his feet to greet the doctor.
The Roy: Yeah hey how are you.
Doctor: I'm doing good..how are you?
The Roy: Good good..how is uh...how is Johnny?
Doctor: Well to be honest with you he's not great. In fact he's.. hes not even good. He's been slipping in and out of conciousness for a while now. We're finding it very hard to keep him stable. He's in no immediate threat for his life however we are worried that all of this is going to take a toll on his physical ability.
The Roy: What are you saying exactly..
Doctor: At this point it's likely that small tasks like, gripping a pencil will be hard for Johnny during recovery. His brain is taking a lot of abuse and if we can't keep him awake soon, he might slip away completely..mentally.
The Doctor shows a face of concern at The Roy's emotions. Roy sniffs a burst of air through his nose and twitches his face a little before nesting back into the chair.
Doctor: You've been here for hours, I've noticed a lot of shaking and the blood shot eyes...perhaps you would be more comfortable if you went
The Roy: Don't even try Doc.
Doctor: Fair enough. We have a lot of amazing doctors on staff here. Maybe you would like someone to talk to, just to maybe
The Roy: Please just...just leave me alone right now ok?
The Doctor tightens his lips in a sign of understanding, and nods before walking off.
The Roy lays back in the chair as far as he can get. Just then we hear another Doctors voice in the distance get louder as he enters towards the room.
Older Doctor: Look Melinda if you continue on with this obsessive need to hug me well I'm just gonna have to take away your cupcake privlages at lunch today.
Younger Doctor: Oh come on you love it.
Roy looks on at the two in amazement. The angry doctor in the long white coat stands staring down at the curly haired Doctor in his blue scrubs in anger. The taller one with has arms crossed.
Older Doctor: Oh no no how can I make it any more clearer to you? I would much rather be at home on the couch sitting beside my blood sucking ex wife watching any of the horrific cinemas starring the waste of life that is Hugh Jackman than suffer through another one of your clingy attempts for affection.
The younger Doctor seems hurt by these words. The older pushes his thumb against his nose before walking off.
Womans Voice: Roy...Roy
Suddenly in a flash of light they are both gone. The Roy's brow is wrinkled in pure confusion as he stares past the woman calling his name. She chants his name louder once more, gaining his focus and attention. Were the two doctors he just saw real? How could that possibly be.
Womans Voice: Hi I'm Doctor Veronica I was told you might need someone to talk to.
Roy: Hey where did those two...um ..nevermind. Hi I'm Roy
The Roy extends his arm and shakes the womans hand.
Veronica: Nice to meet you. So um how are you feeling?
Roy: Look no offense but I really don't need you here. I can cope with this myself alright?
Veronica: Roy you're showing certain signs that are worrying the staff. We are only interested in helping you. No one is here to pity or belittle you. I just want to ask...how are you dealing with this?
Roy: How am I...haha I'm not dealing with it. I'm a damn mess I'm losing it. You're telling me my best friend my never be able to walk or talk again? I'm not handling it. I'm simply waiting to see what happens okay now Ma'am look I'm sorry I don't mean to be so rude but please, leave me be.
Veronica: Everybody has some form of coping. Surely along the way you've developed a few tricks that help you get through the tough situations. I think it's important you recall them, and try them now.
Roy: No I don't have any tricks. I'm used to this state of mind. As a kid I used to drown myself in television comedies to cope. But I've grown up now, life never turns out like it does on the sitcoms. I'd give anything to be one of those happy families but unfortunately it's not going to go down like that. I'm going to sit here and I'm going to wait. Now why are you here talking to me like I'm the sick one? My friend was thrown off of a god damn stage and is laying in a hospital bed yet you are out here trying to aid me? Why aren't you all in there giving him all of your attention? Where is the Doctor who is in charge of his condition?
Roy leaps over to the help desk and pushes to the front of the line. He finds the service bell and rings it repeatedly. A few jingles in a large black woman turns around in her office chair.
Nurse: Honey you ring that bell one more time and it's gonna take more than Jesus to save you.
Roy's eyes grow wide in amazement at the site of this woman. He takes a half step back and turns his face almost sideways. He bumps into a nervous looking balding man. The sweaty gentleman was holding a cop of coffee which spells all down the front of him.
Nervous Man: Aw maaaann. My mom just bought me this suit.
Again The Roy seems amazed. He freezes up completely staring at the coffee stain. We hear a womans voice breaking in through the scene once more. It echoes in a way that makes you doubt if it even exists. In a burst of light the two characters disappear once more.
Frantic Voice: Roy
Roy's eyes swell instantly. Bags grow under his pupils as a small woman wraps her arms around him sobbing in pure horror.
Woman: I flew down as soon as I could how is he.
Roy wraps his arms around the woman and squeezes tight. She clutches Roy's shirt and his hat falls to the ground. Roy's eyes have a thick glaze of water over them as he replies.
Roy: Mrs Crane...it's not good.
The woman pulls herself away from Roy. She grabs him by the shirt and angrily shakes him.
Woman: Don't you say that to me. Don't you dare say that to me. Where is my boy, what is going on. He's fine. Tell me he is fine.
Roy does everything he can to not make eye contact until the woman finally pulls him in, crying once more. The Doctor comes out of the room and looks at the two.
Doctor: Ma'am are you...
The woman pulls herself together drying up almost instantly. Obviously holding back the tears she fights every urge to scream.
Woman: Mother. I'm his Mother. How is my boy...
Doctor: Well he's still not as stable as we would like but we believe he is very aware of what is going on. To perhaps aid in his recovery we find that interaction with those closest to him can sometimes help. We're allowing only immediate family to come in at this time.
Mother: Oh thank god.
The woman in a hurry rushes to the side of the doctor. She looks back at Roy.
Mother: Well come on,
Roy: Um he said, family..
Mother: You're family...
Doctor: Actually ma'am I can't
Mother: No damn it you shut up ok? My boy is in there in that hospital bed waiting for me and I don't have time to sit out here and wait. Roy you get your ass in this hospital room right now or so help me god.
The Roy and the Doctor exchange looks of agreement before The Roy follows along behind them. As Roy and the lady enter the room we see two woman. One a nurse, the other a doctor. The doctor squeeks at the nurse in a high pitched done as she prepares the patient.
Blond Doctor: Look I just don't think right now is the best time to discuss my nervous pooing ok? Please butt out.
The doctor is faces away from the door, not noticing people have entered the room. The Roy looks slightly disturbed as he makes eye contact with the nurse.
Nurse: Ok sorry Doctor.
The sassy nurse rolls her eyes. The Doctor sensing The Roy's presence turns around. She scatters and fumbles with her words before finally putting a few of them together.
Doctor: Oh um I'll just uh leave you guys alone.
The Doctor and the nurse both exit. Roy follows them out with his eyes and as they close the door that flash of light strikes again. Roy looks over to the bed where Johnny's mom has already clasped his hand into hers. The Roy walks slowly near, and leans beside her. He puts his arm around her, never straying his eyes from Johnny's face.
Mrs Crane: Johnny. You listen to me. You wake up now ok? We're waiting for you. Wake up now ok?
The woman wipes down Johnny's face with one of the tissues from her purse.
Mrs Crane: Roy you talk to him. You always were the only one he'd ever listen to.
The two exchange a soft smile as Roy looks for the appropriate words.
The Roy: Um..
Almost instantly Johnny's eyes twitch. The two are taken back for a second. The Roy seems uncomfortable with himself and this whole situation. His jaw dangles, with no words escaping. He fumbles his fingers and looks down. Mrs Crane pats his shoulder.
Mrs Crane: I'll give you a second to...to say whatever you have to say to wake my son up.
Mrs Crane exits and as the door opens we see an older gentlemen wearing The Roy's hat which had fallen off earlier. An african American surgeon tries reasoning with him.
Surgeon: Sir you can't just go around taking the patients property. It's not right.
Older Gentlemen: What has two thumbs and doesn't give a crap?
Before we could hear the answer the door closes, once again flashing that surreal light. The Roy no longer surprised, looks down at Johnny.
The Roy: Johnny..these last few hours have been so...strange. I'm not sure how much of it was real exactly but..I...well I'm scared Magnum. You're scaring the hell out of me. I would realive my childhood five hundred times before I ever sat through this day again.
The Roy leans down, on his knees.
The Roy: I need you to get better ok? I swear I'm going to take care of A.C.M for you buddy, don't worry about him. He's going to get everything he deserves and more. I'm going to fight for you the only way I know how. With baseball bats chains and whatever else I can grab onto. Me and A.C.M we go a long way back. Childhood friends. But last night he attacked my brother. A man who tried to start a revolution with him. There was a time when us three were all there was. And this is how he repays you as soon as SNME lets him back in the doors.
I'm going to teach Antonio everything he needs to know about this business. One you don't cross The Roy. Two you don't put your hands on Johnny Magnum. Three....you never show your face again after breaking either of those rules....or I personally will run you down. Don't worry about getting better and going to revenge on ACM. Because I'm sending him here to the hospital with you. You hear me Magnum? You get better ok?
Tears slowly fall down The Roy's red cheeks and drop to his shirt. He still talks as though he is calm, but the tears come one after the other.
The Roy: God I hate seeing you like this. I know I brag a lot about how strong I am but truth is Johnny....I can't do this all on my own. I need you around. You're all I have in this world anymore. My brother. The only family...the only friend I've ever had that always stuck by me no matter what. You pull through ok? Leave ACM to me, and you just...you get better. I may be the best...I may be the greatest... but I'm no superman.
To this scene, the camera fades to black.
The scene opens up to The Roy sitting in one seat connected to seat after seat forming a row. The pink padding looks uncomfortable as The Roy is leaned forward, his elbows in his lap, his face in his palms, his hat on his head. More people sit in the poorly padded seats off in the distance as they are placed strategically throughout the room centered around a few television sets playing basic channels. Some of the people blow their nose into tissue, others yell at the wild children running rampant between the seats and the vending machines. The Roy grunts and rubs his palms up and down across his face viciously as if trying to start a fire. He sighs with a deep voice and looks up swinging himself backwards into the seat. His eyes are rolled back at first with sarcasm, until they meet back up directed into the camera lens.
Roy: Seriously guys do you have to be recording this?
The Roy reaches out and covers up the camera. His head has a red tint as it slowly covers up all light until we hear a voice just a semi second after the lens are covered.
Voice: Mr. Rowe?
The Roy removes his hand from the camera which continues to film, jumping to his feet to greet the doctor.
The Roy: Yeah hey how are you.
Doctor: I'm doing good..how are you?
The Roy: Good good..how is uh...how is Johnny?
Doctor: Well to be honest with you he's not great. In fact he's.. hes not even good. He's been slipping in and out of conciousness for a while now. We're finding it very hard to keep him stable. He's in no immediate threat for his life however we are worried that all of this is going to take a toll on his physical ability.
The Roy: What are you saying exactly..
Doctor: At this point it's likely that small tasks like, gripping a pencil will be hard for Johnny during recovery. His brain is taking a lot of abuse and if we can't keep him awake soon, he might slip away completely..mentally.
The Doctor shows a face of concern at The Roy's emotions. Roy sniffs a burst of air through his nose and twitches his face a little before nesting back into the chair.
Doctor: You've been here for hours, I've noticed a lot of shaking and the blood shot eyes...perhaps you would be more comfortable if you went
The Roy: Don't even try Doc.
Doctor: Fair enough. We have a lot of amazing doctors on staff here. Maybe you would like someone to talk to, just to maybe
The Roy: Please just...just leave me alone right now ok?
The Doctor tightens his lips in a sign of understanding, and nods before walking off.
The Roy lays back in the chair as far as he can get. Just then we hear another Doctors voice in the distance get louder as he enters towards the room.
Older Doctor: Look Melinda if you continue on with this obsessive need to hug me well I'm just gonna have to take away your cupcake privlages at lunch today.
Younger Doctor: Oh come on you love it.
Roy looks on at the two in amazement. The angry doctor in the long white coat stands staring down at the curly haired Doctor in his blue scrubs in anger. The taller one with has arms crossed.
Older Doctor: Oh no no how can I make it any more clearer to you? I would much rather be at home on the couch sitting beside my blood sucking ex wife watching any of the horrific cinemas starring the waste of life that is Hugh Jackman than suffer through another one of your clingy attempts for affection.
The younger Doctor seems hurt by these words. The older pushes his thumb against his nose before walking off.
Womans Voice: Roy...Roy
Suddenly in a flash of light they are both gone. The Roy's brow is wrinkled in pure confusion as he stares past the woman calling his name. She chants his name louder once more, gaining his focus and attention. Were the two doctors he just saw real? How could that possibly be.
Womans Voice: Hi I'm Doctor Veronica I was told you might need someone to talk to.
Roy: Hey where did those two...um ..nevermind. Hi I'm Roy
The Roy extends his arm and shakes the womans hand.
Veronica: Nice to meet you. So um how are you feeling?
Roy: Look no offense but I really don't need you here. I can cope with this myself alright?
Veronica: Roy you're showing certain signs that are worrying the staff. We are only interested in helping you. No one is here to pity or belittle you. I just want to ask...how are you dealing with this?
Roy: How am I...haha I'm not dealing with it. I'm a damn mess I'm losing it. You're telling me my best friend my never be able to walk or talk again? I'm not handling it. I'm simply waiting to see what happens okay now Ma'am look I'm sorry I don't mean to be so rude but please, leave me be.
Veronica: Everybody has some form of coping. Surely along the way you've developed a few tricks that help you get through the tough situations. I think it's important you recall them, and try them now.
Roy: No I don't have any tricks. I'm used to this state of mind. As a kid I used to drown myself in television comedies to cope. But I've grown up now, life never turns out like it does on the sitcoms. I'd give anything to be one of those happy families but unfortunately it's not going to go down like that. I'm going to sit here and I'm going to wait. Now why are you here talking to me like I'm the sick one? My friend was thrown off of a god damn stage and is laying in a hospital bed yet you are out here trying to aid me? Why aren't you all in there giving him all of your attention? Where is the Doctor who is in charge of his condition?
Roy leaps over to the help desk and pushes to the front of the line. He finds the service bell and rings it repeatedly. A few jingles in a large black woman turns around in her office chair.
Nurse: Honey you ring that bell one more time and it's gonna take more than Jesus to save you.
Roy's eyes grow wide in amazement at the site of this woman. He takes a half step back and turns his face almost sideways. He bumps into a nervous looking balding man. The sweaty gentleman was holding a cop of coffee which spells all down the front of him.
Nervous Man: Aw maaaann. My mom just bought me this suit.
Again The Roy seems amazed. He freezes up completely staring at the coffee stain. We hear a womans voice breaking in through the scene once more. It echoes in a way that makes you doubt if it even exists. In a burst of light the two characters disappear once more.
Frantic Voice: Roy
Roy's eyes swell instantly. Bags grow under his pupils as a small woman wraps her arms around him sobbing in pure horror.
Woman: I flew down as soon as I could how is he.
Roy wraps his arms around the woman and squeezes tight. She clutches Roy's shirt and his hat falls to the ground. Roy's eyes have a thick glaze of water over them as he replies.
Roy: Mrs Crane...it's not good.
The woman pulls herself away from Roy. She grabs him by the shirt and angrily shakes him.
Woman: Don't you say that to me. Don't you dare say that to me. Where is my boy, what is going on. He's fine. Tell me he is fine.
Roy does everything he can to not make eye contact until the woman finally pulls him in, crying once more. The Doctor comes out of the room and looks at the two.
Doctor: Ma'am are you...
The woman pulls herself together drying up almost instantly. Obviously holding back the tears she fights every urge to scream.
Woman: Mother. I'm his Mother. How is my boy...
Doctor: Well he's still not as stable as we would like but we believe he is very aware of what is going on. To perhaps aid in his recovery we find that interaction with those closest to him can sometimes help. We're allowing only immediate family to come in at this time.
Mother: Oh thank god.
The woman in a hurry rushes to the side of the doctor. She looks back at Roy.
Mother: Well come on,
Roy: Um he said, family..
Mother: You're family...
Doctor: Actually ma'am I can't
Mother: No damn it you shut up ok? My boy is in there in that hospital bed waiting for me and I don't have time to sit out here and wait. Roy you get your ass in this hospital room right now or so help me god.
The Roy and the Doctor exchange looks of agreement before The Roy follows along behind them. As Roy and the lady enter the room we see two woman. One a nurse, the other a doctor. The doctor squeeks at the nurse in a high pitched done as she prepares the patient.
Blond Doctor: Look I just don't think right now is the best time to discuss my nervous pooing ok? Please butt out.
The doctor is faces away from the door, not noticing people have entered the room. The Roy looks slightly disturbed as he makes eye contact with the nurse.
Nurse: Ok sorry Doctor.
The sassy nurse rolls her eyes. The Doctor sensing The Roy's presence turns around. She scatters and fumbles with her words before finally putting a few of them together.
Doctor: Oh um I'll just uh leave you guys alone.
The Doctor and the nurse both exit. Roy follows them out with his eyes and as they close the door that flash of light strikes again. Roy looks over to the bed where Johnny's mom has already clasped his hand into hers. The Roy walks slowly near, and leans beside her. He puts his arm around her, never straying his eyes from Johnny's face.
Mrs Crane: Johnny. You listen to me. You wake up now ok? We're waiting for you. Wake up now ok?
The woman wipes down Johnny's face with one of the tissues from her purse.
Mrs Crane: Roy you talk to him. You always were the only one he'd ever listen to.
The two exchange a soft smile as Roy looks for the appropriate words.
The Roy: Um..
Almost instantly Johnny's eyes twitch. The two are taken back for a second. The Roy seems uncomfortable with himself and this whole situation. His jaw dangles, with no words escaping. He fumbles his fingers and looks down. Mrs Crane pats his shoulder.
Mrs Crane: I'll give you a second to...to say whatever you have to say to wake my son up.
Mrs Crane exits and as the door opens we see an older gentlemen wearing The Roy's hat which had fallen off earlier. An african American surgeon tries reasoning with him.
Surgeon: Sir you can't just go around taking the patients property. It's not right.
Older Gentlemen: What has two thumbs and doesn't give a crap?
Before we could hear the answer the door closes, once again flashing that surreal light. The Roy no longer surprised, looks down at Johnny.
The Roy: Johnny..these last few hours have been so...strange. I'm not sure how much of it was real exactly but..I...well I'm scared Magnum. You're scaring the hell out of me. I would realive my childhood five hundred times before I ever sat through this day again.
The Roy leans down, on his knees.
The Roy: I need you to get better ok? I swear I'm going to take care of A.C.M for you buddy, don't worry about him. He's going to get everything he deserves and more. I'm going to fight for you the only way I know how. With baseball bats chains and whatever else I can grab onto. Me and A.C.M we go a long way back. Childhood friends. But last night he attacked my brother. A man who tried to start a revolution with him. There was a time when us three were all there was. And this is how he repays you as soon as SNME lets him back in the doors.
I'm going to teach Antonio everything he needs to know about this business. One you don't cross The Roy. Two you don't put your hands on Johnny Magnum. Three....you never show your face again after breaking either of those rules....or I personally will run you down. Don't worry about getting better and going to revenge on ACM. Because I'm sending him here to the hospital with you. You hear me Magnum? You get better ok?
Tears slowly fall down The Roy's red cheeks and drop to his shirt. He still talks as though he is calm, but the tears come one after the other.
The Roy: God I hate seeing you like this. I know I brag a lot about how strong I am but truth is Johnny....I can't do this all on my own. I need you around. You're all I have in this world anymore. My brother. The only family...the only friend I've ever had that always stuck by me no matter what. You pull through ok? Leave ACM to me, and you just...you get better. I may be the best...I may be the greatest... but I'm no superman.
To this scene, the camera fades to black.