The Black Box Page #6

of ... Forward.

Stop. Post-traumatic lesions absent.

Forward.

Stop. Ventricular system normal

size and morphology. Forward.

Absence of lesions...

Everything looks good.

Conclusion, no visible anomalies.

Hello, I'm his mother.

My darling!

You scared us, you know?

I'll get you a chair.

Here, have a seat.

Hand me your cane.

- My cane?

- I have it.

We brought you chocolates.

Is he allowed chocolates?

No, sorry.

- How are you feeling?

- Fine. I feel fine.

Am I alive?

Tell me.

- And Yvan?

- Yvan?

Yvan is dead.

I killed him?

I'm the one that killed him.

No! Try to remember.

It was late, I was expecting you.

I didn't worry, the weather was fine.

I listened to radio. Telephone rang.

I was to go immediately to the hospital.

I asked if it was serious,

they said to come quickly.

I wasn't sure if Yvan was injured

and you... Or the contrary.

His memory will return progressively.

Don't worry, he'll be fine.

One doesn't always come away

intact from such an ordeal.

It was a relatively short coma,

but it's still a coma.

Between 9 and 11 on the Glasgow scale.

What scale?

A medical evaluation of

a coma, it's our jargon, sorry.

Will he have after effects?

On the motor side, nothing.

His MRI is satisfactory...

He had much delirium

during the recovery phase.

He got a violent blow to the head,

to the orbito-frontal lobe...

It's the seat of inhibitions.

It can cause changes in temperament,

he may be more...forthright.

Without inhibitions.

Be prepared for this.

Because right now,

he doesn't seem O.K.

He's still recovering,

give it some time.

I'll keep him under observation,

come get him next week.

Are you sure you're not

hiding something Doctor?

What could I be hiding?

Easy, we're in no hurry.

Doctor said to take it slow.

The man saved your life,

so don't exert yourself.

I'm sparing myself, damn it.

Let's go.

What are you looking at?

Nothing Mom, just drive!

I warned your boss, Mr. Colbert.

He was very worried.

- Worried how?

- About your accident.

- He's a nice man.

- Colbert nice? He's an a**hole.

- He's why you have a job.

- Don't worry about me Mom. Drive!

- Oh, dear.

- What?

With the rent so high,

they could put in an elevator.

- What floor is it?

- 4th.

Oh right, 4th floor.

Mr. Seligman, nice to see you!

How are you?

Recognize me? I'm your

downstairs neighbor.

It's Mr. Koskas the policeman.

- Oh sure, policeman.

- Arthur, say hello!

Your mother told me what happened,

if there's anything I can do...

Not right now; my head's f***ed up,

but I'll come to see you later.

Get well soon! Good evening ma'am.

Don't talk to him like that,

a policeman can be helpful.

Then he doesn't want me arrested?

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