Post by Gunnar Kincaid on Aug 14, 2016 15:53:55 GMT
OOC Note: This was co-written with Steffanie, handler of Psyche Devyne.
FADE IN:
INT. WARD H, ROOM 4 – BATON ROUGE GENERAL HOSPITAL – BATON ROUGE, LA – SATURDAY, AUGUST 13, 2016 – NIGHT.
GUNNAR KINCAID is laid up in a hospital bed; an I.V bag suspended on a pole, hovering overhead and keeping him hydrated as a precaution. The bearded brawler has a few small lacerations on his right cheek, accompanied by some bruising under the eyes.
He moves his body upwards, shifting his position in bed, wincing with discomfort.
DR. JESSICA BODY, 34, slim, attractive brunette, enters the room wielding a clip chart. She heads directly for Gunnar.
DR. BODY
How are you feeling, mister?
GUNNAR
(Quietly)
Like I just got hit by a car.
DR. BODY
(Gently laughing)
Well the results of your CAT scans have come
back and it looks like luck was on your side
out there. Everything is clear.
How are you feeling, mister?
GUNNAR
(Quietly)
Like I just got hit by a car.
DR. BODY
(Gently laughing)
Well the results of your CAT scans have come
back and it looks like luck was on your side
out there. Everything is clear.
Kincaid closes his eyes and heaves a sigh of relief.
DR. BODY (Cont’d)
Other than some cuts and bruising, there doesn’t
seem to be any other damage – certainly not from
what we can see.
GUNNAR
What can I say? Canadian built, I guess.
DR. BODY
Well, all the same, we’re going to keep you in
overnight and just monitor everything. Rest up
for now and we’ll run a few more tests in the
morning. If it all checks out, we’ll release you.
GUNNAR
You’re the boss.
Other than some cuts and bruising, there doesn’t
seem to be any other damage – certainly not from
what we can see.
GUNNAR
What can I say? Canadian built, I guess.
DR. BODY
Well, all the same, we’re going to keep you in
overnight and just monitor everything. Rest up
for now and we’ll run a few more tests in the
morning. If it all checks out, we’ll release you.
GUNNAR
You’re the boss.
Jessica nods and smiles.
DR. BODY
Is there anything I can get for you?
Is there anything I can get for you?
Kincaid just shakes his head appreciatively, looking tired. As the doctor motions to leave the bed, PSYCHE DEVYNE enters the room, now dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a light tank top.
The blonde heads straight for Kincaid’s bed.
DR. BODY
(To Psyche)
Hi, can I help you?
PSYCHE
(Startled)
Err, yeah. I’m his… friend.
DR. BODY
(Stern, professional tone)
We have a family only policy beyond 10pm.
You’ll have to come back in the mor-
PSYCHE
(Interrupting)
-Girl...friend. I meant girlfriend. I’m a
bit nutty after finding out what happened.
(To Psyche)
Hi, can I help you?
PSYCHE
(Startled)
Err, yeah. I’m his… friend.
DR. BODY
(Stern, professional tone)
We have a family only policy beyond 10pm.
You’ll have to come back in the mor-
PSYCHE
(Interrupting)
-Girl...friend. I meant girlfriend. I’m a
bit nutty after finding out what happened.
Beat.
PSYCHE
(Turns attention to Gunnar)
Are you alright, love?
(Turns attention to Gunnar)
Are you alright, love?
The Doctor pauses for a moment before giving an accepting nod. She leaves the room, as Gunnar eyeballs the blonde.
GUNNAR
(Quietly)
Jesus, what now?
PSYCHE
I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to say.
Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay.
(Quietly)
Jesus, what now?
PSYCHE
I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to say.
Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay.
Beat.
GUNNAR
(Sarcastic tone)
Yeah, I’m fantastic. Aside from the cuts on my
face; aside from the bruised ribs; aside from
the fact my bike is wrecked; aside from the fact
my balls are a weird purple shade; everything is
fucking awesome!
(Sarcastic tone)
Yeah, I’m fantastic. Aside from the cuts on my
face; aside from the bruised ribs; aside from
the fact my bike is wrecked; aside from the fact
my balls are a weird purple shade; everything is
fucking awesome!
The fighter winces as he shifts his body slowly. Psyche takes a seat by his bedside.
GUNNAR
What the fuck are you doing here? Haven’t you
done enough?
PSYCHE
Gahh! I feel fucking horrible! This is all my fault.
I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say. I looked back
at our messages on Twitter. Re-read them all to try
and understand what’s going on. I wish I knew. I
honestly do.
What the fuck are you doing here? Haven’t you
done enough?
PSYCHE
Gahh! I feel fucking horrible! This is all my fault.
I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say. I looked back
at our messages on Twitter. Re-read them all to try
and understand what’s going on. I wish I knew. I
honestly do.
She sighs.
PSYCHE (Cont’d)
You see… I’ve been blacking out a lot lately.
Doing things I would never do. Watching myself
on video and not even recognizing myself. I don’t
remember doing half the stuff I’ve seen myself do.
I can’t explain it. And what makes me feel worse,
is that I’ve affected someone because of it. You.
I don’t even know you, but something is making me
feel way worse for what’s happened than I normally
would.
You see… I’ve been blacking out a lot lately.
Doing things I would never do. Watching myself
on video and not even recognizing myself. I don’t
remember doing half the stuff I’ve seen myself do.
I can’t explain it. And what makes me feel worse,
is that I’ve affected someone because of it. You.
I don’t even know you, but something is making me
feel way worse for what’s happened than I normally
would.
Gunnar glares at the blonde with a cock-eyed, sideways glance. He’s visibly annoyed but her remorse isn’t lost on him.
GUNNAR
(Heaving a sigh)
Look, the doctor just told me that I’ll be fine.
They’re keeping me in overnight for the sake of
precaution, but I should get out tomorrow. So
don’t worry about it. It’s done.
PSYCHE
Honestly… I feel horrendous. Can I make it up to
you somehow? Buy you lunch tomorrow? Anything?
GUNNAR
You’re kidding me, right?
(Heaving a sigh)
Look, the doctor just told me that I’ll be fine.
They’re keeping me in overnight for the sake of
precaution, but I should get out tomorrow. So
don’t worry about it. It’s done.
PSYCHE
Honestly… I feel horrendous. Can I make it up to
you somehow? Buy you lunch tomorrow? Anything?
GUNNAR
You’re kidding me, right?
He smirks at Psyche.
GUNNAR (Cont’d)
If they let me outta here tomorrow, the only thing
I’ll be fit for is my bed. I’ll be lucky if I’m fit
for my first fight, which means I’m probably going
to get fired. So thanks, but no thanks.
If they let me outta here tomorrow, the only thing
I’ll be fit for is my bed. I’ll be lucky if I’m fit
for my first fight, which means I’m probably going
to get fired. So thanks, but no thanks.
The Canadian looks away for a moment, but notices how upset Devyne appears. He grunts.
GUNNAR
Listen, it is what it is, alright? It happened.
Maybe the best thing you can do is just stay away
from me. No hard feelings.
PSYCHE
Wait! What if I go and talk to… whatever company
you’re going to work for and explain what happened?
It’s the least I can do. Please. Please let me do
something.
GUNNAR
(Dismissively)
And tell them what? Sorry, but I jerked a wrestler
of yours around and he got into a car accident because
of it? Please don’t fire him? C’mon… They’ll think
you’re fucking nuts and they’ll tar me with the same
crazy brush.
PSYCHE
I’m trying to help you out. You mentioned that
whole manager thing. I’m just… I don’t know…
taking on the role?
Listen, it is what it is, alright? It happened.
Maybe the best thing you can do is just stay away
from me. No hard feelings.
PSYCHE
Wait! What if I go and talk to… whatever company
you’re going to work for and explain what happened?
It’s the least I can do. Please. Please let me do
something.
GUNNAR
(Dismissively)
And tell them what? Sorry, but I jerked a wrestler
of yours around and he got into a car accident because
of it? Please don’t fire him? C’mon… They’ll think
you’re fucking nuts and they’ll tar me with the same
crazy brush.
PSYCHE
I’m trying to help you out. You mentioned that
whole manager thing. I’m just… I don’t know…
taking on the role?
Beat.
PSYCHE
What if I come pick you up tomorrow and bring you
home, yeah? I’ll make sure you have everything you
need so you can heal up and I’ll sort things out
for you.
What if I come pick you up tomorrow and bring you
home, yeah? I’ll make sure you have everything you
need so you can heal up and I’ll sort things out
for you.
Gunnar stares at the blonde. It sounds sincere, but given their short history, that counts for very little.
GUNNAR
There’s no need.
PSYCHE
I’m not taking no for an answer. There is a
need. You said it yourself. You’re not fit to do
much at all.
There’s no need.
PSYCHE
I’m not taking no for an answer. There is a
need. You said it yourself. You’re not fit to do
much at all.
Kincaid shakes his head at the persistence.
GUNNAR
Alright, whatever. I won’t expect you, but if
you show up, you show up.
Alright, whatever. I won’t expect you, but if
you show up, you show up.
A brief frown graces her face in thought, but she loses it and responds.
PSYCHE
I’ll be there. I promise.
I’ll be there. I promise.
The blonde reaches out and places her hand on top of his. They share a lingering glance; her smile meeting his concerned expression.
END.