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(The MOTHER gets up from the chair and leans close
to CYNTHIA's face, brushing the hair from her
forehead.)
MOTHER: We're here waiting for you honey, you can do it.
Keep trying, Cynthia, keep trying.
BECKY: I can't feel anything, are you sure you didn't
just dream-
(Suddenly BECKY lets out a shriek as CYNTHIA's
whole body tenses and her fists clench tightly,
one of them around BECKY'S hand.)
BECKY: Ow! My hand, my hand!
MOTHER: Oh my God, oh my God.
(The MOTHER reacts to BECKY and then quickly turns
to CYNTHIA and, seeing the strain on the recently
lifeless face is flushed with excitement.)
MOTHER: She's trying to wake up Becky! She's trying to
come back! Don't let go of her hand,-
BECKY: (almost in tears with the pain) I can't, she won't
let-
MOTHER: Help her, give her strength.
BECKY: (trying to get her hand back) She doesn't need any
more.
MOTHER: (leaning close to CYNTHIA) Come on, Cynthia, keep
fighting, you can make it.
(The spasms continue to wrack CYNTHIA's body and
BECKY tries to withstand the pain in her crushed
hand. Tears run down both the girls faces and
BECKY is sobbing, as the MOTHER whispers
encouragement in CYNTHIA's ear.
Suddenly the struggle stops, BECKY collapses
to the floor in a faint and the MOTHER holds her
breath expectantly, CYNTHIA lies still.
Then her eyes open and she starts sobbing
uncontrollably.
The MOTHER breaks down and cradles CYNTHIA's head
in her arms.)
MOTHER: I knew you'd wake up, I knew you could do it, I
I knew it. I love you, baby, I love you.
(Slowly, weakly CYNTHIA moves her arm up to touch
her MOTHER.
( Fade to blackout.)
