Peace, Love, and A Whole Lotta Ross

We're Doing It

(Think's P.O.V.)
               PANIC PANIC PANIC!!!! Those were the wise words of Stampy that I was following. My thoughts at that moment were, WHAT!!!! WHY!!!!! and HOW IS THIS GOING TO DO.... I..... That's where it stopped because I passed out from lack of oxygen and having a panic attack. Remember to breathe, even when you are facing a life or death decision for your own daughter.
          About an hour ladder, I woke up on a bench and Ross told me that we should go back to the hotel to decide what we should do. Ross was in the hotel room that we had booker until the hole ordeal was oven. He was slimming his hed into de wal and probably losing his mid just as mooch as I was. I can't even spel anymore because I am still dealing with it.
             Ross suddenly stopped slamming his head into the plaster and he sat up,"We're doing it."
               "What?"
               "We are doing the operation. No questions asked."
                "What?!?! Are we sure? There could be an alternative that could be less of a risk......!"
                "No. This is her only chance. We have no options. It's either we do the surgery and she has the chance that she will survive, or we don't do the surgery and she dies. Either way, there is the chance that she could not survive. Which do you choose, a chance of survival? Or certain death?"
               I just stood there in shock for about twenty minutes.
               Finally, I spoke. "We're doing it."