The Modern Day Humpty Dumpty

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[In Medical, Felix Foley is being stitched up.]

[His mother rushes in to check on him.]

“What the bloody hell happened to you!?” [She shouts at him as loud as she can, forcing the emergency room to halt.]

“I’m fine, mom.”

[She pushes the nurse aside to look at his wounds.]

Fine? [Momma Foley squawks.] “Look at your beautiful face. What have those vile men done to my poor baby boy!!”

[There’s an undercurrent of tension from Felix. His eyes narrow. His heart pounds. He’s not fine, but it’s not for what you think.]

[He bolts upright.]

“Your poor baby boy?”

[He unloads.]

“Do you see this one, mom?” [He points to a tiny scar above his right eyebrow.] “This was on my eleventh birthday. He came home drunk whilst I was at the dinner table with my cake. Do you remember that?”

[She looks embarrassed.]

“What about this one?” [He turns his arm over to reveal a cigarette burn on the underside.] “This was because I didn’t get back to the living room with his beer quick enough!”

[Everyone watches.]

“Or this one?” [He lifts his shirt to reveal a scar above his belly button.] “This is where he kicked me until I fucking bled. Oh I know you remember this one. You dragged him kicking and screaming off of me.”

[Foley turns his ire to the staff, looking towards some of the elder doctors in attendance.]

“How many of you remember me?” [Foley yells. They put their heads down.] “Huh? How fucking many of you stitched me back together, knowing that my father was beating the shit out of me on a daily basis? How many of you knew what was happening but were too afraid to say or do anything about it?”

[No-one chimes in.]

“I’m a human pin cushion, for fuck sake. Look at me! Do you think what Nox and Doom did was the first of its kind? Do you think this scar will mean more or less to me than any of the others?

What about the ones on the inside? What about the one’s Doom left when he betrayed me? What about the pain he’s caused me since ending our fucking friendship?”

[Foley finally sits down, letting his ire subside.]

“These stitches and scars haven’t broken me yet.”

[His voice at nearly a whisper.]

“They serve as reminders. They remind me that no matter what anyone does to me, no matter how badly they hurt me, harm me, maim or damn near kill me, I can be pieced back together again. Doom, Nox or even Destructo can beat the holy hell out of me, but I’ll take my licks and keep on kickin’!

I always get put back together again. I’m the modern day humpty fucking dumpty, mom.”

[The nurse that was working on his stitches returns to the act as he calms down.]

[Meanwhile, a news announcement plays on the radio.]

[Static.]

“Felix Foley will be forced to team up with former best friend Doom and Destructo this week on Warzone!”

[His eyes narrow.]

[His voice a low whisper.]

“Just fucking perfect.”