“Yes, I’m his daughter, Nicholle Ryder.”
“I just want to inform you that your father has a living will that stipulates if he remains in a coma longer than five days, he is to undergo medinite-assisted euthanasia.”
“What? Are you insane? I’m not allowing that. I don’t care what the will says. Do you know who he is?”
“I’m well aware of his identity, Ms. Ryder, but that doesn’t change matters. Living wills have to be respected, whether they be of presidents of companies or janitors.” Dr. Lars adopted a smug look. “As I said, we’re doing all we can. I suggest you all go home and get some rest. We’ll call as soon as anything changes.” With that, Dr. Lars walked back through the magfield, disappearing into a sea of white.
Stunned. At both the doctor’s disrespect and the time limit. Five days
