It had been just over a week and after days of fighting to find out what was going on with Michael, they were finally ready to sit down with them and let them know what they’d observed. Dylan stood alone near the window, Chrissy and her husband sat at the large round table opposite the doctors. He listened to his heart, beating almost out of his cheat, the room was dead silent until the lead physician launched unceremoniously into his monotoned account of the events leading to their meeting. “The spinal cord was severely injured just above the third cervical vertebra, rendering the necessary muscles incapable of controlling the breathing function, specifically the diaphragm. This injury requires immediate intervention to aid in breathing, but in Michael’s case, he appears to have gone at least five or more minutes without oxygen to the brain, resulting in severe anoxic brain injury. The expectation for any meaningful recovery is zero. I’m very sorry for your loss.” The beating in his heart quieted and Dylan turned to look out the window, bringing his hands to his head and interlacing his fingers.
