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As a neurosurgeon, Derek knew when he was looking at a lost cause. He knew he could spend hours looking for a solution to fix his patient but he knew that time would be wasted. Some people cannot be helped.
When the nerves die, that is when Derek steps back. Giving false hope to a patient was never a good idea. But as he stayed still, looking at his wife’s crumpled form, he could help but lie.
He said that the spinal damage was most likely temporary. That it could be fixed, that he would fix her. Eventually, when they make it home and out of the crash site, he would tell her the truth. But for now he was content to lie, not for her, but for his won piece of mind. Because maybe, just maybe, if he said it enough then maybe she would be okay.