The Other Guy

"That's crazy! Absolutely not!" Guy denied vehemently. "I won't let you do that. There has to be another way, and we will figure it out."

"I'm sure there is, Teacher Larks," Jean affirmed. "But we are short of time here."

"Be that as it may, these are TWO lives we are talking about here," Guy redirected. "It's not right."

"I know that!" Jean exclaimed all the while sporting an unperturbed face. "The burden weighs heavily on me, Teacher Larks. I know that if I intervene and fail, I will be responsible for the death of a person. However, if I don't intervene and let her die I will feel much worse BECAUSE I knew that I could have done something that may have had a chance, albeit minimal, of saving both her and her child."

"I won't let you attempt something that hasn't been verified," Guy retorted.

"That's the thing," Jean interjected as she reached into her satchel. "My mother had been working on this procedure for a while."