decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
She smiled tiredly and watched him. “Oh and we have gone with Anya. Jamie picked it. Anya Bower,” she smiled watching her little girl yawn before staring up at her dad.
He nodded. “So we’re gonna go ahead and try to get him in this afternoon for the surgery but we needed your permission for it.” He explained. “It’s high risk. He could lose more mobility, more sight, more hearing, if they are in the wrong spot then they cannot be removed but without doing so the likelihood of him surviving the next six months are incredibly slim.” He told her. “Whoever was his primary care when the accident happened should never have closed the head wound. This would not have happened.” He told her seriously.
He nodded. “So we’re gonna go ahead and try to get him in this afternoon for the surgery but we needed your permission for it.” He explained. “It’s high risk. He could lose more mobility, more sight, more hearing, if they are in the wrong spot then they cannot be removed but without doing so the likelihood of him surviving the next six months are incredibly slim.” He told her. “Whoever was his primary care when the accident happened should never have closed the head wound. This would not have happened.” He told her seriously.