LIAM

Are you ok?

Honey? Are you …

LIAM looks at DAPHNA, but says nothing.

Do you want to— let me see your neck. Do you want to go to the hospital?

MELODY

(Still balled up.)

Is it bleeding?

LIAM

Not really.

MELODY

Not really?!?

MELODY shoots up. She’s hysterical.

LIAM

No.

MELODY

Liam! I’m bleeding!

LIAM

Not really—

MELODY

Take me to the hospital. I want to go to the hospital.

LIAM

Really?

MELODY

Yes! I’m bleeding! And that thing is rusty! I could have been—

LIAM

It’s made of gold, gold doesn’t—

MELODY

It was in someone’s mouth! I could have an infection. I want to go to the hospital.

LIAM

Really?

MELODY

Yes. Really.

LIAM

Ok.

No one moves. They don’t know what to do.

MELODY

Really, Liam!

LIAM gathers their belongings.

MELODY

Don’t talk to her. Don’t even look at her.

LIAM hasn’t even looked at DAPHNA. But MELODY can’t stop staring at her.

Don’t even look at her.

Beat.

LIAM

Come on.

Come on. Let’s go get a cab.

He tries to get MELODY to take an interest in her coat, but she’s still staring at DAPHNA.

Let’s go.

After a beat, they exit. JONAH and DAPHNA are alone.

DAPHNA

I don’t even want it. I don’t even—

JONAH

Shut up.

DAPHNA

I don’t! He pushed me, he pushed me from the minute he got here.

Am I in trouble?

JONAH looks at her but says nothing. He starts to turn off the lights in the room, getting ready for bed.

DAPHNA

Do you think she’s ok?

JONAH

She’s fine.

DAPHNA

Do you think they’ll come back? After the hospital?

JONAH

Uhm, no.

DAPHNA

Where will they go?

JONAH looks at DAPHNA.

DAPHNA

Do you think—

JONAH

I’m done.

DAPHNA

You’re done?

JONAH

I’m … tired.

DAPHNA

Are you mad at me?

JONAH

I want to go to bed.

DAPHNA

Why are you mad at me what did I—

JONAH

I’m done.

DAPHNA

But I was only—

JONAH

I’m done.

DAPHNA

I wish Gilad was here—

JONAH

Stop it, everyone knows—

DAPHNA

But what Liam said isn’t true—

JONAH

Everyone knows. Stop.

DAPHNA

Oh.

A long, intense Moment for DAPHNA.

Then JONAH unbuttons his left cuff, rolling up the sleeve to his elbow. His forearm is bandaged.

DAPHNA

Jonah. What …

JONAH looks down at his arm. He looks at DAPHNA. He takes off the bandage, slowly and carefully. It hurts.

DAPHNA

Jonah. Is that real?

He nods.

Why did you do that?

Poppy’s numbers on your own arm? Jonah.

JONAH has no answer. DAPHNA traces the numbers on his arm with her finger.

A Moment with them, together.

Moonlight, reflected off the Hudson River, streams through the window.

Blackout.

End of Play.