Lisa: [Lisa’s arms and legs are strapped to the bed. Susanna takes out nail polish and starts painting Lisa’s nails]
[crying]
Lisa: I’m not really dead.
Susanna: I know.
Lisa: I’m gonna miss you, Susie Q.
Susanna: No, you’re not. You’re going to get out of here, and you’re gonna come and see me. ‘Kay?
Lisa: [takes a deep breath and looks away] Yeah.