I can't believe this is it. Do I really want to do this? Do I really want to kill my wife? Is she even my wife anymore? I can't even tell it's her. No part of the woman I fell in love with is in there, and if she is, she's trapped, suffering, unable to move or feel or communicate for seven long, torturous years. This is for the best—wait! Did she just blink at me? Baby, are you trying to say something? No, it wasn't her. She's gone. Quit telling yourself she's coming back. She's never coming back. This is the most difficult thing I've ever have to do. Why did you have to get in that car accident? Oh my God, what should I do? If she's suffering I want to help her end the pain, but if she has a chance to come back I don't want to lose that chance! I don't know what to do!

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