Night. Prior in his underwear alone on the floor in the hallway outside his bedroom; he is much worse. PRIOR: Louis, Louis, please wake up, oh God. (Louis runs in.) PRIOR: I think something horrible is wrong with me I can’t breathe . . . LOUIS (Starting to exit): I’m calling the ambulance. PRIOR: No, wait, I— LOUIS: Wait? Are you fucking crazy? Oh God you’re on fire, your head is on fire. PRIOR: It hurts, it hurts . . . LOUIS: I’m calling the ambulance. PRIOR: I don’t want to go to the hospital, I don’t want to go to the hospital please let me lie here, just— LOUIS: No, no, God, Prior, stand up— PRIOR: DON’T TOUCH MY LEG! LOUIS: We have to . . . Oh God this is so crazy. PRIOR: I’ll be OK if I just lie here Lou, really, if I can only sleep a little . . . (Louis exits.) PRIOR: Louis? NO! NO! Don’t call, you’ll send me there and I won’t come back, please, please Louis I’m begging, baby, please. (Screams) LOUIS!! LOUIS (From off; hysterical): WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!
