Remember

Each week, I would ask how she was doing and each time Marie answered patiently with the same answer.
"She's doing fine. She's relaxed right now."
I could never tell if it was a good answer or not. When a month was up, I asked about Scout's chances of waking up.
She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Rake, but her chances are not good. For her case, each day the chances decreased, and by now, there is almost no chance."
"No!" I shouted at her. "She will!"
She knew I was going to react like that and took my shouting calmly. "I'm sorry, sir. But it would be easier if-"
"No! I won't do it! I won't give up on her!"