A Scene

Mother lies slumped over the closed toilet. Simon arrives.

She looks at him with half-opened bloodshot eyes. She smiles longingly at him as her heavy lids close.

MOTHER: I'm not drunk. Help me to bed babe.

Simon takes her weight with his tiny frame and struggles to get her upright.

They hobble down the corridor. She falls into her bed, Simon places the steaming tea next to her bed.

He closes the door to her room and pauses outside for some time.