BECKY'S APARTMENT - DAY
Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating a messy apartment. Becky sits on the couch, scrolling through her phone, her face a mask of boredom. She flips through social media posts, her eyes glazed over.
Becky: (Monotone) Another day, another scroll. Nothing interesting ever happens.
Suddenly, a news notification pops up on her screen. It's a headline about a car accident, a picture of a mangled vehicle filling the screen. Becky's eyes widen, her heart skipping a beat.
Becky: (Voice gaining urgency) Car accident? Where?
She clicks on the notification, the article loading with a slow, agonizing click. The article details the accident, a single-car collision on a rural road. The driver, a young man, was pronounced critical at the scene.
Becky: (Panic rising) No... no way.
Her eyes scan the article, desperately searching for any detail that could confirm or deny her worst fears. Her fingers tremble as she scrolls down, her breath catching in her throat.
Becky: (Whispering) Freen...
The article mentions the driver's name: Freen. Becky's phone slips from her grasp, clattering to the floor. She stares at the screen, her face pale, her eyes filled with disbelief and a growing sense of dread.
Becky: (Voice cracking) It can't be... it can't be true.
She tries to grasp the reality of the situation, but her mind refuses to accept it. The picture of the mangled car, the name "Freen" printed in bold, it all feels like a nightmare.
Becky: (Despair) Freen... why?
The phone screen fades to black, leaving Becky alone in the silent apartment, surrounded by the echoes of her disbelief and the crushing weight of her grief.
Becky: (Voice choked with emotion) I have to see her. I have to make sure she's okay.
She scrolls through her phone, desperately searching for any news, any update, any sign that Freen is alright. But there's nothing. Only silence.
Becky: (Worried) I can't just sit here. I have to do something.
She gets up from the couch, her movements slow and deliberate. She walks to the window, gazing out at the bustling city below.
Becky: (Determined) I'm going to the hospital. I'm going to see him.
She turns away from the window, her face set with determination. She walks to her closet, pulling out a clean shirt and a pair of jeans.
Becky: (To herself) I'm going to be strong. I'm going to be there for him.
She dresses quickly, her hands shaking slightly. She grabs her purse and heads for the door.
HOSPITAL LOBBY - DAY
Becky walks through the hospital lobby, her heart pounding in her chest. The air is thick with the scent of disinfectant and the sound of hushed conversations. She approaches the information desk, her voice trembling as she asks for the location of Freen.
RECEPTIONIST: (Softly) I'm sorry, ma'am, but we can't release information about patients without their consent.
Becky's heart sinks. She tries to explain, to plead with the receptionist, but her words come out in a jumbled mess.
Becky: (Desperately) But I'm... I'm her friend. I need to know if she's...
The receptionist cuts her off, her voice firm but gentle.
RECEPTIONIST: (Sympathetically) I understand, ma'am, but I'm afraid I can't help you. Perhaps you can try contacting her family?
Becky feels a wave of despair wash over her. She turns away from the desk, her shoulders slumped with defeat.
BECKY (V.O.)
(Hopeless)
What am I supposed to do?
She walks aimlessly through the hospital corridors, her eyes darting from one room to another, hoping, praying, to catch a glimpse of Freen.
INT.HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Thanawat rushes down the corridor, his face etched with worry. He pushes open the door to Freen's room, his heart pounding in his chest.
Thanawat: (Voice frantic) Freen! Freen, please be okay!
He stops short, his eyes widening in disbelief. Charlotte sits beside Freen's bed, her hand gently resting on Freen's arm. She looks up, her eyes meeting Thanawat's.
Charlotte: (Softly) Thanawat. I... I was just checking on her.
Thanawat's anger flares instantly. He strides towards Charlotte, his fists clenched.
Thanawat: (Voice furious) What are you doing here? You're not welcome here!
Charlotte tries to stand up, but Thanawat grabs her arm, his grip tight.
Thanawat: (Raging) You have no right to be here! You're the one who drove her to this! You're the one who broke her heart!
Charlotte's eyes well up with tears. She tries to explain, but Thanawat's anger is overwhelming.
Charlotte: (Voice trembling) Thanawat, please... I just wanted to see how she's doing.
Thanawat shakes his head, his face contorted with fury.
Thanawat: (Scornful) You're the last person she needs to see right now! You're the last person she wants to be near!
He pulls Charlotte to her feet, his grip tightening.
Thanawat: (Voice cold) Get out. Get out of here and never come back.
Charlotte tries to resist, but Thanawat's strength is too much for her. He pushes her towards the door, his eyes burning with anger.
Charlotte: (Pleading) Thanawat, please... I'm just trying to help.
Thanawat ignores her pleas. He pushes her out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. He turns back to Freen, his face filled with a deep, raw grief.
Thanawat: (Voice choked with emotion) I won't let anyone hurt you again, Freen. I promise.
He sits down beside Freen's bed, his hand gently resting on him. He closes his eyes, his heart filled with a mixture of anger, grief, and a fierce determination to protect his younger brother.
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty corridor. Becky sits on a bench, her head resting in her hands. She's been here for hours, searching for Freen's room, but she's had no luck.
Becky: (Voice weary) Where is she? I just want to see her, to make sure she's okay.
She glances at her phone, the time flashing 3:17 PM. Her stomach rumbles, but she's too anxious to eat.
Becky: (Worried) I can't give up. I have to find her.
Suddenly, a sob echoes down the corridor. Becky looks up, her eyes following the sound. She sees Charlotte, her back to Becky, leaning against the wall, tears streaming down her face.
Becky: (to herself)Charlotte? What's wrong?
Charlotte wipes her eyes, her shoulders shaking with emotion. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself.
Charlotte: (Whispering) I'm so sorry, Freen. I never meant to hurt you.
Becky watches as Charlotte turns and walks away, her head down, her body heavy with sorrow. Becky follows Charlotte with her eyes, noticing the door Charlotte came out of.
Becky: (Hopeful) Could that be...
She stands up, her heart pounding with anticipation. She walks towards the door, her hand trembling as she reaches for the handle.
