Diane
We were sitting out on Jamie's apartment's Balcony.
"When I was shot, if-- If I'd been in the position that Callie is now, I would've wanted you to make the decision that gave me the chance for the best quality of life." Jim argued.
"What about no life?"
"Well--"
"I would rather have had you alive. Even if you couldn't walk than to lose you." I argued.
"And what if Jamie chooses the surgery and something happens and-- And Callie dies on the operating table?" I questioned.
"I mean, he's already wracked with guilt as it is. He would never forgive himself."
"I'm so angry with Callie."
He stood up.
"Putting him in this position in the first place!"
Jim sighed, leaning against the railing.
"Yeah. Maybe you're right. Maybe-- Maybe he says "No" to the surgery so that he doesn't feel responsible if, God forbid, she doesn't pull through."
"And then, if she never walks again, then he'll feel responsible for that."
I got up.
"So, what are we supposed to do?"
I stood next to him.
"Because we can't agree on what to tell him."
"The truth is, it's not about what we do. It's-- It's about guessing what Callie would want."
"And we have no idea because we don't know her."
"Jamie knows her."
"Does he? Know her that well, Diane?"
"She must think so. She must have a lot of faith in him."
Jim leaned his head on the railing.
"Now what he needs is to have faith in himself. To trust his intuition. It's the only thing he can do in this situation."
He folded his hands.
I sighed.
"I think I have an idea. But you can't make fun of it."
"I can't make any promises."
"What are you guys doing out here?" Jamie questioned.
He stepped out onto the Balcony.
"Uh... Just getting, uh... Some fresh air." Jim replied.
I wrapped my arm around Jamie.
"What do you guys think I should do?"
"Well, apparently, Mom has an idea."
