Suddenly, it made sense that Hannah Cassidy had started to call this floor home. James had not only heard of the Cassidy's, but he had read about Jack in Forbes a number of times and recalled a time when his father had gone to meet with the man in order to secure funding for a project around the D.C area. Years ago, when James had been under the impression that politics and business always operated on the legal side of the law, he had thought Jack Cassidy was a good guy—just a helpful and concerned philanthropist. Unfortunately, that probably wasn't the case, but his own opinions on the Cassidy empire mattered little when it came to treating Hannah, and the whole point of being a doctor was to do no harm. James would help Gabriel in every way that he was allowed.

“Understood, doctor,” James replied with a nod, and also understood the look that he was given. He gathered that the Cassidy family had a lot to do with the hospital, and the money the establishment was in line to get depended on whether or not Mrs. Cassidy's heart transplant went according to plan. The blond man didn't intend to get in the way, or prevent the hospital from naming a new wing after the patient's husband. Regardless of the pressure that would come from assisting in the surgery, James was prepared and excited.

James had yet to read over the condition of Elizabeth Charles, but he assumed things would be underway shortly. He didn't think twice about Hannah's position on the transplant list, and trusted that Gabriel had gone through the proper channels in order to obtain this heart from Elizabeth. Had he known the truth, James more than likely would have quit on the spot and left disillusioned with his career choice, and life in general. Luckily, he was left in the dark, blissfully unaware of what Gabriel was using the hospital for.

Smiling back at her, James listened as Mrs. Cassidy spoke. “That's nice of you to say. We're going to get you back on your feet, alright?” he promised, placing a hand gently on her frail shoulder. Hannah was clearly tired and weak, and the smile slid from her face as she turned her head back to the window, eyes closed for another nap.

Scribbling a few notes into the chart in his hand, James looked back to Gabriel. He assumed they were done there for the time being. “Should I go check the status of Elizabeth Charles?” he asked, tucking the black pen back into the pocket of his scrubs.