Xion grabbed a piece of parchment from the counter. His pen moved swiftly across its surface. His handwriting was pretty, unlike the usual scribbles of the doctors.
As he finished, he turned toward Nikolai's father.
"Here," Xion handed the paper over. "This states that you consent to me performing the procedure. You also acknowledge the risks involved, complications, or even... fatal outcomes. Surgery of this scale carries no guarantees."
The relatively young father looked up, looked up, his face contorted with despair. His shaking hands fumbled as he took the paper.
"You... want me to sign?" His voice cracked, his eyes darting to Nikolai writhing on the bed as muffled groans escaped his pale lips.
Xion sighed, "I want to help him, but this needs to be your decision. I'll do everything I can, but there are things even I cannot control."
For a moment, the room was silent save for Nikolai's ragged breaths.
