You were at your wit's end as you watched your 16-year old daughter, Becca, hooked up to multiple machines that were barely keeping her alive. The available staff had done everything in their power to save her, but it seemed like she was hopeless.
It seemed like yesterday you had a happy family and a normal life. It was, in actuality, five years ago that your life felt good. You had been happily married to an eccentric historian who had fallen in love with your passion for science, and the two of you taught at a local university. After a year of marriage, Becca entered the equation. For 11 years, thing went well. All of a sudden though, things slipped out of control. Your husband died in a car accident, forcing you to move out of the expensive home you couldn't afford now that your salary had been cut in half. After a year of moving and dealing with the fallout of his death, things settled down again. That's when Becca developed cancer.
For four years the two of you fought, but now here she was, on her death bed. In your whole time working alongside doctors to cure her, you personally slaved away every night, sacrificing sleep and eventually your job just to dedicate time into saving your daughter. Today, you needed to test it. It hadn't been used on anyone before, especially not a human subject, but it was now or never.
You fingered the vial in your pocket, twirling it about. All it would take would be for you to walk up to her IV bag, inject your formula, and pray that it would work. In theory, it would kill the cancer cells and change them into healthy ones, basically giving your daughter a rapid healing process. She might be a human anomaly if it worked, but it could also backfire and give her an excruciatingly painful death. Either way, inaction was death to her. It was now or never.
You slipped by a nurse and entered the room, sweat on your brow. Becca was unconscious, but you still spoke gently to her and held her hand as you lifted the needle out of your pocket.
"My darling Becca. I can't live without you. I'm sorry if this doesn't work." You brushed aside a lock of her auburn hair from her closed eyes and kissed her forehead, then quickly injected your formula into her IV before anyone could interrupt your work.
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