Jamie wound his free arm around Lena's shoulders, grateful for the support. "He mentioned that Dad's quality of life is really low right now," he began. "And he's right, you know? He can't even...he can't even speak." He swallowed hard. "So let's say we keep him on the medication, and the pneumonia goes away. How long would it be until it came back? Would it be even worse than before? Or do we just...tell them to stop trying? Do I sign the DNR and not have them intervene if he gets worse?" He felt a few tears run down his cheeks.