Afflicted Page #4
- Derek?
- Derek, Derek.
- Hey, man.
Derek? Derek?
- Dude...?
- Call an ambulance.
- Call an ambulance!
- What happened here?
Call an ambulance!
Derek, wake up.
Wake up!
- Derek, are you okay?
- You're bleeding, man.
Sh*t, it's on his head.
What the hell happened, man?
What did Audrey do to you?
I don't know. I don't remember.
I mean, she left all her clothes.
Look, I just said I
don't remember, man.
Like, she comes in, she...
She hits me in the head,
everything goes hazy,
and the next thing I know,
you guys are rushing in, so...
We shouldn't be taking you
to the hospital, right,
like, given your condition?
No, I don't think so.
- You're sure?
- Yes, I am sure.
Like, look, this looks way
worse than it is, all right?
I just wanna keep going.
Are you groggy? Are you okay?
- I'm okay.
- All right.
- We gotta go.
- This is it.
- All right.
- See you.
Take care, dude.
- Take care of this guy.
- Yeah.
- See you, man.
- Take care of your wife.
All right, bye.
Okay.
I guess that'll be your place. Heh.
What the hell, man?
You're still asleep?
Get up. Come on, man. Get up.
This is ridiculous. You've
been asleep forever.
Come on, seriously, man. Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
- How long have I been out?
- A while. Way too long.
- Come on. Come on, come on.
- Okay. Okay.
Let's go. Contacts, clothing.
Emerging into the outer world
where you can interact
Why are you...? Why are you so...?
Why are you so annoying?
Because we're supposed to
be on this trip together.
- What the hell?
- Yes. I am here.
- Guess I'm hungry. Sorry.
- Yes.
Well, I know exactly
the place we can go.
Good.
Yeah. Two, please.
This place is amazing,
man. Look at this place.
Little sleepy boy here has
been sleeping the days away
and missing this
Mediterranean paradise.
Seriously, look at that.
I'm starving. What are you having?
Um, pesto.
All right, look at that.
Oh, jeez. Thank you.
- Looks amazing.
- Look at that.
This food looks so
good, man. This...
Aw. Heh. I am...
Are you even listening
to me right now?
Oh, Jesus Chri...
Derek.
Derek. What the hell?
Derek, wait.
Hey.
Hey, man, how are you feeling?
Better.
Look, I just think
that with everything that's
been going on with you,
that we should go talk
Clif, I'm not going
to the hospital.
Okay, it's probably just
food poisoning, so...
What are you talking about?
What are you doing, man?
You got hit in the head.
This isn't something to
f*** around with, man.
Clif.
If I go,
okay, and they find something,
they might not let me leave, okay?
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