"Who's the heart from?"

Mrs. Cassidy spoke up after several moments of silence. Gabriel hesitated initially; he knew how kind Mrs. Cassidy was, and how her personality was the complete opposite of her husband's. How was he supposed to tell her that as of now, Elizabeth Charles was lying comatose, barely alive, while her husband sat at her side, head in his hands? It wasn't something new - no, he'd seen it before, but brain damage had always seemed like a terrible waste of youth. And Elizabeth Charles was so young. Clearing his throat, he exhaled contemplatively before speaking. "Car accident. Irreversible brain damage. There was nothing more the doctors could do."

Her eyes returned to the window at his words, as if she hadn't heard them at all. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" She whispered, watching sunlight flow through the glass and onto the sill. Gabe had always felt a little guilty when speaking to Mrs. Cassidy in particular. There were many other patients who needed hearts, one of whom was a child who still had his entire life in front of him. His parents had been devastated at the news, and yet, Mr. Cassidy was doing everything possible to make sure his wife got utmost priority. Gabe supposed it was what any man would do for his wife, if he loved her as much as Mr. Cassidy did Mrs. Cassidy. 

But of course, he still had to wait for the assigned resident to arrive - and when said resident did, Gabriel was more than surprised to see it was the same man who'd bought him his coffee earlier that morning. He didn't even bother trying to conceal his reaction, brows raised. But he didn't spout off anything like, [i]"Well, look who's here!"[/i] No - he was a professional, and he'd keep it that way. After James introduced himself, Gabe took the opportunity to introduce Mrs. Cassidy.

"This is Hannah Cassidy. She's the wife of Jack Cassidy - you might know him as the founder of Cassidy Enterprises." Jack was a regular on the Forbes list of the world's richest people, but he was also known for not doing much in line of charity work. He was ruthless, calculative, and notoriously hot-tempered. But he loved his wife. "I've been looking after Mrs. Cassidy since her admission, and I'd like you to understand that she is a patient of extreme importance." He looked James sharply in the eye at that comment - the hospital needed its funding, and a lot of its funding came from Cassidy Enterprises. Even the hospital director knew how important that was. "We'll be doing a heart transplant once the paperwork for Elizabeth Charles clears, and I'm going to need you to assist."

"Please, call me Hannah." Mrs. Cassidy smiled weakly at James. "And please, Doctor Morris, there's really no need to pressure the man." Her gaze drifted to James again, and there was a long pause before she released a lamenting sigh. "You have a certain...enthusiasm about you. It reminds me of my son."