At school, Matt talks to his father on a shiny new Apple computer. Probably product placement, so I can't complain too much, and they did make sure to make all the computers around the brand new one look like junkers, which is what you'd expect in a town like this one. His father asks about football, praises his son for starting, and then asks about his starting in the coming week. Matt goes from being cautiously proud of himself to being hesitant and doubtful -- but never once breaks from his mouth-breathing delivery. C'mon Zach Gilford, let's expand your range for "put upon."
Back in the Far Too Realistically Depressing Rehab Facility, Bill urges Jason to eat the nasty eggs on his plate. Jason -- who truly looks pasty and sweaty like you tend to do in the hospital -- says he isn't hungry, and when Bill says he just wants him to try to use his hand, Jason frowns, "Well, I can't." Bill tries motivating Jason, telling him to stop being such a crybaby since the place is full of folks who are a lot worse off than him. In my experience (and maybe one day I'll tell you about the time my orthodontist -- which I had when I was SIX thanks to a truly effed up mouthful of teeth -- got tired of my hysterical sobbing getting in the way of them taking a cast of my mouth, and so brought me into another room in the office where a teenaged girl with cerebral palsy sat getting her teeth worked on, which now, from a distance, I truly CANNOT COMPREHEND happened because, frankly, I think the problem was that I was SIX, not that I needed to sack up and be good like the girl with cerebral palsy, and anyway that orthodontist just got thrown in jail this year because he was involved in some state government kick-back scandal...where was I? Oh, right.) I don't think pointing fingers at how bad other people have it usually helps anyone out in the end.
Jason is frustrated and depressed, and he just keeps telling Bill that he's tired and wants to lie down. Bill keeps pressing him to try, reminding him that the only way he can get better is to try. The camera pulls back and we see Lyla's arrived and is listening to the conversation from the doorway. She comes in and quietly says, "He says he's tired, let him rest," and Jason really has the world against him here, a PT scrambling to motivate him in all the wrong ways, and a girlfriend who just wants to pamper him because she feels so guilty. Bill leaves the two, and Lyla sits down, telling Jason that she knows he'll try to use his hands when he's ready, but that he has to eat. Then she takes the knife, and with a disgusting metallic clink on the institutional plate, spears a little chunk of scrambled egg, which she holds poised and quivering in front of Jason's pasty and losing-it face. He pauses before opening his mouth for it, and the fork hits his teeth with another cold clink, and the whole thing IS SO DEPRESSING I feel I need a little inspiration right about now.