Sam: Hey Redd.

Redd: I'm trying to fall asleep. What is it?

Sam: THat's the thing, I can't sleep for some reason.

Redd: You've had a lot happen to you, so that's understandable. Just count stars or something.

Sam: I can't see the stars here.

Redd: Pretend, that they're there.

Sam: I'm in a hospital room, and there are no stars on the ceiling. This is reality, not fantasy.

Redd: At home, my room has glow in the dark stars on the ceiling.

Sam: That's nice, and a good idea. I should do that to my room once I get out. How long have you been here anyway.

Redd: ...a month.

Sam: How long can they hold us here for?

Redd: That depends on you. There's a guy here who's been here for a year.

Sam: Oh my god, I'll kill myself if I have to stay here for a year.

Redd: Don't. It's not that bad. And you'll have me. Your handsome roommate. You should feel special having me as your roommate, SIssy. None of the other girls here have this treatment.

Sam: Whatever, egomaniac.

Redd: Just go to sleep okay? It's been a long day, and I'm tired. And we shouldn't be talking after lights out.

Sam: Sleep with me?

Redd:What?

Sam: Sleep with me, and I might fall asleep.

Redd: Look, I'm a guy, and you're a girl, and I know you're only twelve, but that's still--

Sam: Come on Redd, I'm not asking you to have sex with me, I just want you to lie in the bed besides me until I go to sleep. I keep on thinking and thinking about what happened to me, and it's scary, and I really want someone to sleep with me.

Redd: ... there's no way I can go to sleep if I'm lying on the bed next to you.

Sam: Why not?

Redd: That's confidential.

Sam: Come on, Redd, hurry before they open the door and scold us for talking...

Redd: All right, I'll lie next to you until you fall asleep okay?

Sam: Thank Redd, you're the best! Well actually my dad and brother are the best, but you can be third.

Redd: Geez... you're so demanding for a twelve year old.

Sam: How old are you anyway? And don't say that's confidential.

Redd: Thirteen.

Sam: That's only one year difference, and you keep acting like you're so much older than I am.

Redd: I'm wise for my age.

Sam: I'm an old soul too.

Redd: And we're two old souls who just happen to be lying in bed next to each other, pretending the stars are above us.

Sam: Do you write poetry?

Redd: That was random. Yes I do.

Sam: Do you sing too?

Redd: More random questions. Yes I can sing. Why?

Sam: Sing me to sleep.

Redd: You know, I think I'm going to go back to my bed, we just met and this is kind of inappropriate...

Sam: Don't go!

Redd: Sorry Sissy, but just go to sleep okay? Count stars in your head, that's what I do.

Sam: okay... good night...

Redd: Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.

Sam: THere are bed bugs???

Redd: no, it's just an expression, you really are a Sissy.

Sam: maybe...

Redd: heh. Well then, good night.

Sam: night.