Before you consider that I must be worth keeping alive, take a closer look at me. Lying here, inert.
Yes, I'm still breathing and I can hear you but this shell now houses function, not life. You'll hurt less, faster if you let me go now.
You know if I could, I'd sit up and say something idiotic - 'if they can muffle a car or a gun, why the fuck can't they do something about the noise from these Darth Vader breathing tubes!?' I can't and I won't.
Picking up that pen will help you write an ending to this story so you can start a new one when you're ready to start reading again.
Do it. Sign it for both of us my love. At least consider it.