It's Okay. It's Safe Now. (Chapter three)

[Torture]

- The Monday Evening is shown through the window. The light is getting dimmer and dimmer, due to the sun going down. The actual lights in the room aren't even on. Tasha is sitting in a chair, right next to the bed. Ben is now sitting at the foot of the bed. Torture, whose now awake, is able to talk. The jaw was taken off right before lunch. He's not eating solid foods, however, he can speak.

Torture: I.. don't ... know.. what.. happened?

Tasha: I don't know why he did it, baby. I thought he was a friend...

Ben: Daddy.. I'm scared..

Tasha: Why you scared hun?

Ben: I don't like Dad in hospitals.

Torture: It's .. alright.. buddy.. I'm.. good. Just sore..

- Tasha puts her hand up to Torture's forehead. Two huge bandaids cover the slices that we're ran across his forehead, from the multiple chair shots.

Tasha: You feel warm, babe?

Torture: Yeah... I'm... good...

- Tasha puts her hand back on Torture's hand. Tort turns his head slowly and looks out the window. Then looks back at Tasha.

Torture: It's.. getting late. You guys go.. it's damn near Six o'clock. Go eat dinner...

Tasha: You want us to?

- The Doctor enters the room.

Torture: I think i'll be okay. I want you guys... to go home... eat dinner... and come see me in the morning. You guys can check me out of this damn hospital.. hah.

Doctor: Ahh.. That is the Torture i've known. How ya feel man?

Torture: Good. Tell my family they can go. It's safe to go.

Doctor: He's going to be alright. He really does need some sleep. Some good rest will get his body back to normal. Not 100 percent, but back to atleast normal.

Tasha: Alright babe.

- Tasha stands up and kisses Torture, as Ben gets down and hugs his dad from the floor.

Tort: Love you buddy.

Ben: Love you too..

- Tasha grabs Ben's hand and they walk out, but before they exit, she looks back at Torture and blows a kiss. Torture winks slowly to answer back. They exit out of the room.

- The Doctor puts the clipboard on the counter near the window, and stares outside. The Doctor thinks for a few seconds, and then realizes what he hears just might be true. Crying. He looks over to Torture.

Doctor: Are you crying, Torture?

Torture: I can't do this Doc... I can't..

Doctor: Do what?!

Torture: I got into Wrestling.. afraid this would happen.. let alone.. my best friend! I didn't want to do this to my family.. Doc.. my god damn family. I'm not supposed to be hurt. I'm supposed to be a god damn super hero, Doc. You know how it feels, looking at your son looking at you asking his mom if i'm alright every 5 minutes. He thnks i'm hurt. I'm not hurt Doc. I'm not fuckin' hurt!

Doctor: You're alright man. Everything is good.

Torture: My own wife is crying. Why? I promised her i'd never make her cry. I broke my promise Doc. You know how that makes me feel? I feel like pure shit. I feel weak. I feel like dirt. They're not supposed to see me like this. I don't want to be in a hospital bed looking at my son. I want to play catch. We play video games! We watch tv! We do a lot of things.. Now, I have a feeling he's going to ask me if i'm alright everytime we go outside to shoot hoops. Doc.. this wasn't supposed to happen..

Doctor: But it did.

- Torture closes his eyes, as a fear tears run down his cheek. Torture turns away from the Doctor. Stares at the floor.

Doctor: You're getting checked out tomorrow. I suggest you go home, and just stay there. Get out of wrestling, Tort. It's not for you anymore. You have a loving family to support.

- Torture nods in agreement.

Doctor: I also suggest you get some sleep.

Torture: I'm scared...

- Doctor stops in his tracks.

Doctor: What?

Torture: ... Doc... I'm scared... I don't want to be alone..

Doctor: What are you talking about?

Torture: .. I don't.. know..

Doctor: Look. I'm on shift until tomorrow afternoon. I'm here the whole time. It says here, you're allowed to check out now, but I suggest you get some rest. Check out tomorrow. Alright?

Torture: Alright Doc.

- Doctor grabs his clipboard, flips it closed. Throws a paper towell in the garbage. Checks the IV Machines that are beeping. As he goes to walk away, Torture grabs his arm.

Torture: Thanks Doc.

- Doctor just nods. The Doc walks out of the room. Torture turns his head to look out the window. The scene fades out.