She signed a DNR. She signed a fricking DNR and made me promise me that she'd come out of this with a life, not in a hospital bed, not with no brain. I had to promised she'd have a life. You wanna know what happens if she can't make no new memories? Forget about being a doctor. She's going to need round the clock baby sitters. We get an apartment together, she can't even find her way to the damn toilet, track her on her ankle in case god forbids, she wander out the front door.