The Doctors

DOCTOR (O.S., cheerful, slightly too loud): Ah, welcome back! You've been out for quite a while. But don't worry, everything is fine now.

(A DOCTOR enters the frame, smiling brightly. Another DOCTOR stands behind him.)

DOCTOR 2: Yes, everything is looking good. And what a great film you woke up to! Real classic stuff.

(The person in the bed stares blankly at the TV, where a rapid montage of racist cartoons is currently playing, followed by a snippet of the Budd Dwyer tape.)

(Suddenly, a muffled voice can be heard from just outside the room.)

MOTHER (O.S., pleading, emotional): Please, just let me see them. It's been a week... I need to know they're okay.

DOCTOR 1 (O.S., firm but hushed): I understand your concern, ma'am, but we really can't risk it right now. They're still very disoriented, and... well, there's a chance they might hit you. We need to ensure their stability first.

(The person in the bed, eyes wide with a dawning horror, glances from the disturbing images on the TV to the closed door, a look of utter dread and confusion washing over their face. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor seems to grow louder, more insistent.)

(The person whispers to themselves, their voice barely audible): Hell... I think I'm in hell.

(The camera slowly zooms in on their terrified eyes as the disturbing sounds from the film on the TV fill the room. Fade to black.)