Jamie had never wished more for his father to be standing behind him, helping him to make the tough choice, the way he had all his life. But the choice was for his dad now, and Jamie had to make it himself. He'd made that promise all those years ago, and he had to think of what was best for his dad.
"If he fights off the infection, what then?" he asked. He started picking at his cuticles again. "How much longer can his lungs hold out?"