For this one, you must persuade your love to take an unusual form of euthanasia.
SKY (any gender, late teens through late life)
You can barely get out of bed.
Hell, you can barely raise an arm to wash down your medication.
And here I am suggesting SKYDIVING. Today. This afternoon. Oh yeah. And you know what? I think you're going to like it. You talked about it before you got sick. All the time, remember? Well, you know you're not getting better, I know you're not getting better... so let's have an ADVENTURE. You know I hate heights so if I'M up for it...
Jess, I'm not belittling you. You say your pain levels are always between a 9 and a 10. I hear that. But... but I think you're discounting the pain that I'M in. Okay?
We used to talk about so many things.
Now it's "hey babe, so how much pain are you in today?"
We used to get so excited about our future.
Now it's "Jesus when will I be rid of this body?"
I used to love life and love caring for you.
Now I just wish...
I just wish we could FUCKING DO SOMETHING. That's ALL I WANT. You're pain levels are intolerable? You're medication isn't helping anymore? Let's do something fucking absurd. Let's literally leave the earth. Let's fall through the AIR. And later when we come back down...
Jess, what if I told you that the skydiving company... that they actually have a special program where you can choose whether or not you stay attached... you know, when the parachute opens? What would you think about that?
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