Evan
I was in Mariana's room.
"I hope you weren't too fond of those three losers."
"You trusted your judgment. That was good."
"You should've seen the look on Drake's face. You would've loved it. I think."
"Hi. I'm Dr. Park."
I turned around.
"Are you Evan?"
"Yes. Um... How much longer does she have to be in this coma?"
"Well, there's still swelling in her brain and spine."
"Her spine?"
"The bullet nicked it. She needs surgery. The longer we wait, the greater chance she'll be paralyzed from the waist down."
"Well, then you should do it, right?"
"No surgery is without risk. And in her condition, the risks are much higher. We can't guarantee she'll come through it."
"So... Who decides what to do?"
"Her parents and siblings said they didn't wanna make the call. So, according to her advanced health care directive, the decision falls to her second choice. Which is you."
"Me?"
