Life As A Play: The Plant

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Psych patient [after a quiet first half of the transport]: Excuse me, sir?
Me: Yes?
Psych patient: Do you have a plant?
Me [stops writing to digest the question]: A plant?
Psych patient [more urgently]: Yes, a plant. Do you have a plant?
Me [looking around inside the ambulance]: I’m sorry. I have no plant.
Psych patient [blunted affect]: That’s unfortunate.
Me: Clearly.
[patient is silent for remainder of transport]
The End