Joey's legs buckled, and she stumbled back, hitting the wall.
The cold surface jolted her into clarity.
Signing that form meant there was a high chance Georgette wouldn't survive the surgery.
But if she didn't sign, he could die at any moment.
Caught between these awful choices, Joey forced herself to stay calm.
She walked slowly to the doctor, took the consent form, and scribbled her name.
Tears splashed onto the paper as she signed.
Barely holding back her sobs, she asked, "Can I go in and be with my father?"
The doctor frowned. "The surgery will take seven to eight hours, and in your condition, it's better if you wait outside. We'll do everything we can."
Joey nodded numbly, watching as the doors to the emergency room swung shut again.
Each minute felt like an eternity, and ha
