Michael's POV
I had been laying in this damn bed for a week now. My sweet love, Elizabeth, was in the bed next to me. It killed me to see her connected to all those tubes and machines. At one point in time the doctors were talking about it being in her best interest to pull the ventilator but her brothers were having none of that. Even Brian the doctor wasn't agreeing to it. He said there is more of a chance she will pull through just based on what she has already done. He was the one that reminded doctors that she had been in a coma for two weeks once before and woke up against all odds. He had told us all that we owed her at least double that before we started talking about end of life measures. End of life measures for this beloved woman. How could I even think about it. Oh Go
