What good is talk going to do? He needs medical attention. LUDWIG: You see all the machines, soulless blips and bleeps, what more do you want? ADAM: I don’t know, a person? Preferably one trained in medicine who would examine Charles and determine what if any salutary effect the machines are having and what adjustments should be made. Let’s get someone like that in here. (Ludwig and Clarissa look at each other but say nothing. Adam is awaiting a response but gets none. Instead Ludwig and Clarissa sit resignedly on a nearby bed. In the meantime Nestor has made his way over to Charles and sits near him so that only Charles can hear his words.) NESTOR: Comfortable Charles? (Charles nods affirmatively) Because I think I have to level with you. Now I’m not a doctor, of course, but I’ve played one in various productions and I must say that I don’t like what I see when I look at your charts. (Charles looks around but as he suspected there are no charts in the vicinity) You understand that as time draws to a close we either go out like docile lambs or we roar against it like lions.
