[ WP ] `` kill the child . it 's the right thing to do . ''

`` Kill the child. It's the right thing to do.'' `` Pops please your not making this any easier'' said Mark `` It's not supposed to be easy to experience the death of a loved one, much less a daughter.'' Clint leaned in and held his son for a short second. They both just stood there in silence and looked at her. It had been a year and a half since she had smiled or laughed or done just about anything. Now her face was thin and skin held too tight in some places and too loose in others. It hurt to see her like this but it would have hurt more to know he'd never see her at all. Clint let go of his son and moved to the other side of the bed. `` It's your call Mark, it all ways was and it always will be. But you know as well as I that she would n't want this. For herself or you.'' `` I just.'' Mark exhaled heavily and looked away from his daughter for the first time since they had arrived his gaze met his father's. Clint leaned against the wall and released a breath he had n't realized he'd been holding. `` Could you do it pops, kill one of us I mean.'' The old man took a hard breath `` If I could have done anything to help ya, you know I would I'd kill you to stop the pain. I would n't be happy about it but I know it needs to be done.'' `` she's not in pain pops she's on straight morphine.'' `` You know what I meant, and even still she's becoming less responsive to it, you ca n't tell me you do n't see the dosages of the drugs just keep getting higher and the concentration of the are going up too, I do n't want her to be dead but she will never walk again, never dance or sing laugh or play. She's paralyzed and with the damage to the brain that she's received we would be lucky if she could blink.'' Clint looked away from his son and faced the window the sun just starting to raise. `` I'm sorry Mark I really am. It may be that this old man has lost faith. I just ca n't stand to think of what's happening in that head of hers. Is she in pain does every forced breath burn and sting, can she hear or is it silent, can she see the light and shadows or is it all just dark, does she dream or is it nightmare after wakeless nightmare breaking in her mind. `` Clint was now in tears they creasted his nose and were lost in his short cut beard. Mark could n't think of another time he'd ever seen his dad cry like this. Even when his mom had passed he was the stoic bolder of flannel and strength for the family to cry on, not with. The year or so after moms death Mark moved Clint in with him and his wife and daughter, he knew Clint got along famously with the girl that's why he was here today. To say goodbye on last time, Mark had decided a little while back that was time he just did n't want to rush it for Clint. `` Would you mind calling the nurse pops when your ready of course `` Clint nodes his head and regained a little composure. Then went to find the nurse. Mark bent at the knee so he was at eye level with the young girl. He held her hand in his own. The rest all seemed to go by in a blur Clint and the nurse came in. The nurse had asked him something but Mark was to busy starting at her closed eyes he let out a yes maybe and the nurse get to work plugging in extra I.V.'s and moving to different machines now a small team of doctors and nurses rush form machine to machine calling out things it all just sounded like radio static to Mark then the next thing he remembered was the oxygen pump stopped inflating. The he blinked and it was quite no doctor, no nurses, no Clint, no steady beeb of equipment, nothing just him and her. Hand and hand. Mark took note that he could see the moon already high in the sky. He blinked again and he was in the car Clint was driving somewhere it was a road Mark could n't easily identify. The he saw it the morgue, the cemetery all around it. `` Thought maybe you'd want to tell her mother'' Clint's voice was raspy. All Mark could muster was a pitiful'' Yah''. In another blink he was standing in front of the family grave his moms name carved in a brass plate with the years and her role within the family, his wife's right underneath it in the same fashion. Clint extended his hand to Mark passing off a brass plate that says Emma Roberts April 2005- July 2016 beloved, daughter and a friend to all. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Sorry for length and any misspellings and/or format send from a phone
