James: Mary?

Mary: What do you want, James?

James: I, uh I brought you some flowers... 

Mary: Flowers? I don't want any [bad word] flowers. Just go home already. 

James: Mary, what are you saying? 

Mary: Look! I'm disgusting! I don't deserve flowers. Between the disease and the [bad word]  I look like a monster. Well what are you looking at? Get the [bad word] out of here. Leave me alone already! I'm no use to anyone. I'll be dead soon anyway. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow... It's be easier if they'd just kill me. But I guess the hospital is making a nice profit off me, they want to keep me alive... Are you still here? I told you to go! Are you deaf?! [bad word] back! 

*Mary pauses for a moment.* 

Mary: James... Wait... Please don't go... Stay with me. Don't leave me alone. I didn't mean what I said. Please James... Tell me I'll be okay. Tell me I'm not going to die. Help me...