It is 80’s New York and the Aids pandemic is killing men in their thousands. Research is still in the early stages and has not garnered the financial support it needs. Ned and Felix are a gay couple struggling to cope with the reality of living with the disease…

NED. Felix, I am so sick of statistics, and numbers, and body counts, and how-manys, and Emma; and everyday, Felix, there are only more numbers, and fights— I am so sick of fighting, and bragging about fighting, and everybody’s stupidity, and blindness, and intransigence, and guilt trips.

You can’t eat the food? Don’t eat the food. Take your poison. I don’t care. You can’t get up off the floor — fine, stay there. I don’t care. Fish— fish is good for you; we don’t want any of that, do we? (Item by item, he throws the food on the floor.) No green salad. No broccoli; we don’t want any of that, no, sir. No bread with seven grains. Who would ever want any milk? You might get some calcium in your bones. (The carton of milk explodes when it hits the floor.) You want to die, Felix? Die! (NED retreats to a far corner. After a moment, FELIX crawls through the milk, takes an item of food, which he pulls along with his hand, and with extreme effort makes his way across to NED.They fall into each other’s arms.) Felix, please don’t leave me.