Willow Grayson (Psylas’ mom)
Denny Grayson (Psylas’ dad)
Doctor James Lanham
Doctor Margeaux Skillings
Doctor Michelle Fillmore
Waiting Room Guests and Nurses
Time: The present
Setting: A hospital waiting room
The curtains open to a hospital waiting room. Psylas and his mom are sitting in two individual chairs amongst several other impatient spouses and family members. There’s a woman sobbing in the corner. Kids are playing in the little waiting section made especially for kids. Psylas’ grandma, Aimee, just went in for heart surgery. Psylas and his mom are sitting and waiting for a result from the doctor.
Psylas: Where’s dad?
Willow: I’m not sure hon, he said he was on his way. You know how he gets when his mom gets put in the hospital.
Psylas: Are you serious? (His voice raises slightly.) I thought he put the whiskey away… he just earned his 5-year chip from AA.
Willow: Honey lower your voice please… I didn’t want you to find out. Ever since your grandma got diagnosed with heart cancer, he’s gotten off the wagon. It’s been tough since your grandpa died, I don’t know if he can take losing another parent.
Psylas: Mom… why didn’t you tell me?
Willow: I didn’t want to worry you. You’ve been so focused on finishing your degree, I didn’t want you to lose your focus. Plus, I knew you would’ve told Johanna and I don’t want our business out there like that. Especially since you two had a falling out after your trip.
Psylas: Mom, if you would’ve told me not to tell her, I wouldn’t have told her. It’s okay.
Willow: I know sweetie, and you know I love her to death. I just didn’t want anyone else to know. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you.
Psylas: (Puts his hand on his moms’ leg to comfort her.) It’s fine mom, I just wish I would’ve known.
(They continue to sit there for a little bit with Psylas’ hand on her leg. A couple minutes’ pass before they see Doctor Lanham come out onto the stage. Psylas and Willow stand up almost immediately and notice Dr. Lanham’s sullen face.)
Psylas (whispers to Willow): I don’t think this is going to be good news…
Willow (whispers back to Psylas): We don’t know that Psylas, calm down.
Psylas: Mom. Just look at his face.
Willow: Shush, Psylas.
(Doctor Lanham walks up and shakes both of their hands.)
Doctor Lanham: Hi Psylas, Mrs. Grayson. Let’s have a seat. (Gestures towards the seats they were just sitting in.)
Psylas: (panicky) Something’s wrong, isn’t there? Why else would you be telling us to sit?
Doctor Lanham: I’m so sorry Psylas but…
(There’s a loud crashing sound made off-stage and the left side of the stage breaks apart. The guests in the waiting room scramble away. Nurses and doctors run towards the accident to make sure no one was hurt. Willow shields Psylas, while Doctor Lanham shields them both.)
Doctor Lanham: (stands up.) Doctor Skillings! Is anybody hurt? Where’s the driver?
Doctor Skillings: Luckily, the car only managed to reach the second pair of double doors in the lobby. Nobody was hurt, but we had to call the firefighters to get the driver out so we can assess his injuries. The front of the car was pretty smashed up.
Doctor Lanham: Psylas, Mrs. Grayson, I’ll be right back. I should make sure the driver is all right.
Psylas and Willow: It’s okay. Go ahead.
(Doctor Lanham runs to the scene.)
Psylas: (Looking towards the sound of the wreck.) Um, mom. Isn’t that dad’s car?
Willow: Hon, do you have any idea how many Toyota Corollas there are out there?
Psylas: Mom… I have his plates memorized. That has to be dad.
Willow: Why on earth do you have your dads’ plates – you know what, forget it. Let’s just find out if it’s him or not.
(Doctor Lanham runs back to the Grayson’s.)
Doctor Lanham: I’m sorry, but your father has just been officially admitted into the E.R. It appears that Mr. Grayson has been driving under the influence, but we’ll take good care of him.
Psylas: Oh, kind of like how you took care of my grandmother?
Willow: (yells) Psylas! Stop it! Doctor Lanham is doing his best.
Doctor Lanham: I’m so sorry Psylas, but I have to go.
(Doctor Lanham walks off-stage.)
Psylas: Go check on him mom, I’ll stay here to see if anyone can give me an accurate update on grandma.
Willow: Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you.
Psylas: Yes mom, go. Be with dad.
(Willow walks off-stage to check on her husband. Psylas finds a seat to sit down in for a moment to think about what just happened. A few moments pass until Doctor Fillmore comes into the lobby holding a clipboard.)
Doctor Fillmore: Hi, Psylas. I’m Doctor Fillmore. I was one of the surgeons on your grandmothers’ case. Has anyone told you anything about your grandmother?
Psylas: Not exactly, but I have a bad feeling that I already know what happened.
Doctor Fillmore: I’m sorry Doctor Lanham got caught up in the wreck, but I have your grandmother’s charts right here. Your grandmother passed away due to a tear in one of her arteries. She lost way too much blood and her…
Psylas: Her age prevented you from defibrillating her heart because it was too weak because of her age. I thought so. (Tears start to fall down his face.)vAlso, she signed a DNR so you couldn’t bring her back anyways. There wasn’t anything else you could do.
Doctor Fillmore: Oh. Did Doctor Lanham already tell you about this?
Psylas: No (Sniffle.), but when he kept apologizing. I kind of took the hint. Plus, I’ve watched a lot of Grey’s Anatomy with my old friend Johanna. I know it isn’t accurate, but I’ve done the research involved in some of their cases (wipes face with his shirt sleeves) and some of the outcomes are realistic.
Doctor Fillmore: Well, Psylas, (Hands him a handkerchief from her jacket pocket.), shows like Grey’s give us a bad reputation, but your prognosis was accurate. I’m so sorry about your grandmother.
(Pyslas starts to sob. Doctor Fillmore puts her arm around Psylas to comfort him. Willow comes back onto the stage. Psylas sits up.)
Willow: Psylas. Oh, Psylas. Doctor Skillings told me what happened to Aimee. Come here. (Wraps Psylas in her arms.) Doctor, can you give my son and I a moment alone?
Doctor Fillmore: Yes, of course.
(Doctor Fillmore leaves the stage.)
Psylas: Um, mom. How’s dad?
Willow: Your dad’s going to be fine. He managed to get away with a few minor bumps and bruises but he’s okay. However, he was really drunk so they put him into a room so they can watch him overnight.
Psylas: Does he – Does he know about grandma?
Willow: No… he doesn’t. Doctor Skillings and Doctor Lanham thought it would be best to wait until he sobered up a bit before telling him any bad news.
Psylas: That makes sense. I can’t believe this happened. Grandma and I were so close. (Sniffle)
Willow: I know baby, but we’re going to be alright. Let’s go check on your father.
Psylas: Okay, mom. (Continues sobbing down the hallway, holding onto the handkerchief Doctor Fillmore gave him.)