Her hand was trembling as Betty signed her name. She knew it was the right thing to do. David would not want to live this way.
Three days ago they were going to dinner to celeabrate their fifth anniversary. It also would have been the night Betty announced she was pregnant with their first child. Betty was told it was unlikly for her and David to conceive because of David’s low sperm count.
On the way to the restaurant Betty wanted some lottery tickets because the Power Ball prize was over twenty million. When Betty jumped out in front of the Jiffy-Mart, David was going to park in a space that just opened up. A pick-up came speeding up hitting the compact car head on.
David was put into a drug-induced coma because of his injuries and to prevent his brain from more swelling. He showed no sign of life, and the doctors decleared him brain-dead.
The ventilator was removed, and with tears running down her face Betty kissed his forehead. David softly squeezed her hand as he took his last breath.