She stood at the foot of the bed, holding onto the railing for dear life as she looked over the wrecked body before her. She hadn’t expected the accident to be that bad, she hadn’t expected to find herself there, at the foot of his bed, hoping, praying, wishing for good news.
“Tissue?” The doctor next to her asked.
She nodded silently, and took it from his outstretched hand.
“I hate to do this so soon,” The doctor continued as she watched the machines breathe for her husband. “But we do have to start thinking about options.”