Intro. /hiss/
Fedor's thoughts— (Fedor was searching for the necessary pills in the first aid kit. But why does he never listen? (Fedor was deep in thought, realizing that Joker would only get worse. He needed to treat him quickly before his condition deteriorated further... (Fedor understood that Joker wasn’t human—he was his creation.) I can’t even take him to the hospital—... (Fedor leaned his hands on the table, glanced at the first aid kit, and then shouted loudly.)
Fedor—JOKER, HOW ARE YOU DOING? (Joker barely managed to make it to the kitchen.)
Joker—F-Fedya... I... (leaned against the doorframe, barely holding onto it.)
Joker—I don’t feel so good...
Fedor—What happened? You should’ve stayed in bed—I would’ve come to you. (turned his head toward Joker.)
Fedor—He looks really bad... (Joker was half-unconscious, barely clinging to the door and barely staying on his feet—it was clear he was about to collapse.)
Joker—I-I just really wanted some water... Couldn’t shout... /can’t hear/
/But then Joker’s hand gave out, and he fell, hitting the doorframe./
Fedor—JOKER!
(The cup Joker was holding in his hand...)