Wilderness

What can be wrong with him?

He’s still coming out of sleep, it looks like. Don’t know why his eyes are like that, though. Should I get the surgeon?

No, no. No need for that. Especially if — well, let’s not talk about that. But no, don’t get the surgeon.

Good, then. No surgeon. But what’s with — I mean, what are — his eyes, I mean — doesn’t that mean —

Let’s not talk about that. Didn’t you hear what I said? He’s waking up — that’s what we’re here for.

Well, I won’t talk. But I’m preparing the needle, and I’m writing the director, and if we don’t make it out of here —

Shut up, you idiot, and look. The hands are moving.

The hands — moving...? So then — awake already, and the eyes are still — Quick, the needle! The needle!

The needle, sir.

You, prop up his head. Can’t wake up yet, not while his eyes — come on, come on, get that needle in! Or it’ll be too late. God damn, it’s already too late, isn’t it? Waking up... and already... the eyes... the EYES!

There was a heavy stillness. It did not end.