Below, you will find a fictional hospital dialogue between Justin and Justina on the dangers of heroism. Context is overrated, so I will let Justin and Justina speak for themselves.

Expand to learn more about my Justin and Justina dialogue series…

Justin and Justina are a fictional New Leaf Journal dialogue duo created by New Leaf Journal editor Nicholas A. Ferrell. Their dialogues cover their strange, sometimes random conversations (usually) in Brooklyn, New York. If you enjoy this dialogue, you can find many (over 50) more in our Justin and Justina Collection hub.

Setting the Scene

The scene opens with Justin in a hospital bed. Justin has a large cast on one leg, and his opposite arm is in a sling. He also has bandages on his head. He is watching a television on the opposite wall. Enter his friend, Justina, with a bouquet of flowers and a stuffed armadillo.

Definition of "armadillo" clipped from The Century Dictionary - like Justin and Justina, armadillos are common victims of vehicles.
Definition of armadillo from The Century Dictionary with a sketch of an armadillo. Justina brought a realistic stuffed animal plush, so let’s say it looked exactly like the Century sketch. Justina was probably unaware of the fact that a stuffed armadillo was a fitting gift under the circumstances she and Justin found themselves in.

The Dialogue: Dangers of Heroism

Justina: Justin! Oh my goodness!
Justin: Don’t worry. It’s not a big deal.
Justina: I think it’s a very big deal. You were hit by an electric bike going full speed. Do you have any idea how worried I was when you called me in a delerious state last night?
Justin: I called you? Since when. Anyway, it’s all good now. You see? Just one broken leg.
Justina: What about your arm?
Justin: Old pitching injury.
Justina: You never played baseball.
Justin: Most people who own baseball bats in some areas never played baseball. Why can’t I have a pitching injury?
Justina: Never mind… I’m glad you’re safe.
Justin: As I said. No big deal.
Justina: But how did this happen? We separated only a little bit before you were hit.
Justin: It’s a funny story.
Justina: I’m not so sure about that.
Justin: So remember when you were telling me about that guy in your office?
Justina: That doesn’t really narrow it down. Also, his name is Jun.
Justin: When you were so absorbed in what you were saying that you wandered into traffic.
Justina: Maybe that sounds familiar…
Justin: And I pulled you back to save your life before that electric delivery bike going the wrong way on the one-way street could hit you.
Justina: “Saved my life” might be a bit of an overstatement, but I suppose you did keep me from being hit by the delivery boy.
Justin: So after we split up, I was walking home, right? I was thinking about my own heroism. There I was, minding my own business while trying to wrap my mind around what a gosh darn hero I was. Then, WHAM. Next thing I knew I was in the hospital.
Justina: Uh huh…
Justin: You said I called you last night, by the way? I don’t remember that. I did dream about being a hero, however. This bandage around my head is itchy…
Justina: So you’re saying this is all my fault.
Justin: Not at all, I’m just saying that I’m a hero. You brought me that stuffed armadillo because I’m a hero, right?
Justina: I brought it to throw at you.
Justin: Bad idea. Can’t catch. Pitching injury.
Justina: You know… I think Jun used to play baseball.
Justin: Careful!
(Justina, who had started twirling while talking, stops, startled by Justin’s yelling. A nurse who was pushing a cart into the room behind Justina looks relieved that Justina will not back straight into her cart. Justina hastily apologizes to the nurse before turning back to Justin.)
Justina: …Don’t say it.
Justin: Even with this pitching injury…

Curated Related Posts