Joey quietly slipped into Mary's room, slightly smiling as his eyes met with her gorgeous face. He walked to her bed, standing beside it. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. Her shivered at the touch of her cold lips. "Do you know about the surgery?"
Mary nodded, pushing her very thin hair behind her ears. "I don't know what to do."
"I think maybe you should get it."
"But there's almost a fifty percent chance of something going wrong."
"And there's now less of a fifty percent chance of you living without the surgery. You're not responding to any treatments. Cancer doesn't just disappear on its own."
"And what if something goes wrong, but I live? Suppose I'm mentally retarded or paralyzed? I don't want to live my life like that." Mary struggled to hold back her tears. People her age were decided where they wanted to go to college, but right now she was deciding if she wanted to get a life threatening surgery.
"Can that even happen?"
"Joey did you see the list of risks? It goes on forever."
"I still think it'd be better to get the surgery."
Mary rolled her eyes, becoming frustrated. "Are you looking at it from my view? I know you don't want me to die and believe me, I don't want to die. And I really don't want to leave you. But the last thing I want is to go through my entire life in misery. And if that's going to happen, I'd much rather die."
"But you're in misery now."
"And I want it to end. But we don't know if one surgery is going to do that! Yes it'll probably get rid of most of the cancer but it'll also most likely put me in more misery. Something is bound to happen. And I don't know if I want to take that risk."
"So you'd rather take the risk of dying? That's just stupid."
"Joey, are you listening to me?" Mary began to raise her voice. "I don't want to live my life in misery. I'm miserable now. I feel like crap. And if the surgery goes wrong I'm going to feel like crap the rest of my life."
"And then you could…"
"No, Joey. You don't understand."
"You're right I don't." Joey sighed. "Because if it were me, I wouldn't take the risk of dying."
"I could still die with the surgery! There's a fifty, fifty chance either way."
"Not really. Without the surgery, you're not going to live." Joey immediately regretted the words that escaped from his mouth. But then again they were most likely true.
"And maybe that's the best option."
"Do you want me to leave me?"
"No, Joey. Of course not."
"Then get the surgery."
"Joey that's not what this is about!"
"Then explain it to me! Please! Because I don't understand!" He threw his hands in the air, feeling the pressure build a wall in his eyes as he struggled to hold back his tears.
"I can't Joey. I just can't." A tear escaped from her eye and slowly trickled down her cheek. Joey sighed, before furiously leaving the room. Mary stared at the door. Now she was even more confused than she had been before. And the decisions were pushed even farther away.
She watched as a nurse entered the room, exchanging her IV bag with a new one. "Can you tell my doctor that I'd like to get the surgery?
Thanks for reading! I'm sorry it's short. But I just realized that there are only a few chapter left. This is a shorter story, especially compared to some of my others. But thanks again for reading and please review. I'm lacking reviews. Review!