Lightly Shot
"I've been lightly shot"
"I...I'm sorry you what? How the fuck can someone be 'lightly shot'?"
"It means I've been shot but only like....a little."
"Damn it June, I don't have time for your games right now and more importantly, neither do you. Is there or is there not a bullet inside of you at this very moment?"
"Well I didn't see it come out the other side sooooo"
"So you've been shot, June."
“Lightly."
"Goddamn it Wieo"
"Why are you yelling? If anyone should be yelling, it's me. I've been shot."
Cate tipped her head back and took a deep breath. "Jesus kid, you're going to be the death of me."
"This bullet might be the death of me."
"I'm on my way. Where the fuck are you?"
"....that is a good question."
"June."
"I'm serious! I don't really know."
"What do you see?"
"I see treeeees of greeeeeen. Red roses, too. I see them blooooo-"
"Not the time, June."
"Okay. I see....houses. Mostly."
"June Wieo if that bullet doesn't killing you I fucking might."
"I'm in a residential area! What do you expect?"
"Describe it to me."
"Okay. I'm at one of those weird four way intersection things. You know, they look like an X and they've got stop signs at every point. I don't know why these streets exist in residential areas other then to be confusing but-"
"Focus, June."
" -but I digress. There's um..bushes on one corner. I'm lying down underneath some of those, by the way. And uh...there's like a...bright pink house down the block. With like, I think it's a weathervane? I don't know. And um....a boat outside this blue house right next to it-"
"Powers and Johnson. I know where you are."
"How? Off of that? I don't even know where I am and I got myself here."
"Because I'm better then you, that's how. I'll be there in fifteen."
"You will? I didn't hear Betsy start up."
"Betsy's in the shop. I'm driving my mom's. And Betsy isn't Betsy. It's a car, it doesn't have a name."
"Uh huh."
......"June? Hey, keep talking to me."
"I don't know, man. I think if I keep talking people will notice. I mean, I'm a talking bush I-Cate."
"What? What is it? What happened?"
"Cate, I'm fucking Jesus."
"....I'm sorry you're what?"
"I'm Jesus Cate. He talked to Moses out of a bush right?"
Cate let out her breath. "June Wieo you nearly gave me a heart attack."
"That's 'cause you're old. But you're Catholic, you know these things. Moses talked to Jesus via some sort of bush speaker, right?"
"Yeah. Kind of. That was God, or Yaweh or something like that. Not technically Jesus."
"They're the same though, right?"
"It would appear my lectures have implanted something in that heathen brain of yours. Yeah, they are."
"So I'm Jesus. I'm Jesus, Cate."
"Jesus doesn't actually show up until the New Testament and Moses was Old Testament but sure, kid. Sure. You're Jesus."
"He doesn't even show up until Act 2? I thought Jesus was the main character! What a rip-off."
"That's sacrilegious, June."
"You're sacrilegious."
"Fuck. What an insult. I don't think I'll ever recover."
June's laugh was cut short by her gasp of pain
"You okay, Junebug?"
"Cate?"
"Yeah."
"....hurry."
