Nala

Nala comes in. She looks at your vitals and examines your leg. By her face you can tell that it's not doing well.

"How are you feeling?" She says.

"Not great. Some psychopath tried to feed me beans on toast."

Nala rolls her eyes. "Beans. I'm sorry about her. She's British."

"That's no excuse. I'm a human being, I need to eat real food."

"No" Nala says.

You open your mouth, shocked. This can't be how she feels.

"You surprised me yesterday, when you refused to listen. So how does it feel when someone ignores you?"

"Fucking bad. I'm sorry Nala."

"Then show me you've been listening. Where did my Mom move to?"