The Rememberings Of Stabbings Past
Setting: Living room. Cynthia sits on the floor, going through photos. Fiver reads a magazine on the sofa.
Cynthia: Ohh, look at this Fiver. (holds out a picture to him) Remember this?
C: Wow. Unbelievable.
F: That was fun.
F: Thank you.
F: For remembering that picture.
F: The one you showed me.
F: It was fun to remember that picture.
C: I don't get it.
F: That picture. So many memories.
C: Did you look at it?
F: Yeah, so much fun.
C: It's when you were in the hospital after you got mugged and stabbed in the liver.
C: Two guys, stabbed you in the liver, you weren't found until the morning.
C: Intensive care for a week, that time?
C: Yeah! Pierced your liver?
F: Ouch, bet that hurts.
C: You nearly died!
F: Odd. I feel fine.
C: Now, yes. That was two years ago.
F: Sounds pretty bad.
C: It was! I cried for weeks, Fiver.
C: Yes, of cou... what's wrong with you?
F: Nothing. Feel alright.
C: I mean, you don't remember the stabbing, the hospital.
C: But we talked about it last week, at the Murrays; you told everyone about the whole thing.
F: Yes, I did. That's right.
C: But, now...
F: The picture. Thank you... for the picture.
C: The picture?
F: I remember now.
C: I don't know when you've ever forgot about it.
F: Well, actually, I've only seen that picture once before.
C: Right, but... what?
F: Now, you showed it to me, now I remember that picture.
C: Yeah, it was the day they took you out of intensive care.
F: Nice rectangular shape.
C: Wha...? Intensive care?
F: The picture.
C: Ummm... yeah, I... What... Are you telling me that you remember that picture?
F: Very well.
F: Some guy in a hospital bed, looks in pretty bad shape.