Gabriel's eyebrows raised at James's response. It was cold and to the point, and as much as the doctor wanted to call him out for being so immensely stubborn, he had associated with his share of immovable individuals, and the only way they learned was the hard way. He didn't consider himself a coward, per se - he'd been through a whole lot growing up in his dump of a neighborhood, crammed in a tiny room, and you learned how to play the game or be played by it.

"Fine." His answer was curt, suggesting he'd had enough of trying to persuade the blond into doing the "right" thing. The right thing to save his own life, at least, but perhaps not the right thing for the members of Elizabeth's family. "If you don't want to listen to me, then I can't help you. You're digging your own grave, and you don't even know it." He paused, evaluating the words which had just emerged from his mouth. Before James could even reply, Gabe continued, shaking his head in a lamenting manner. "And that wasn't a threat either, if that's what you were thinking." 

One of the nurses had witnessed their exchange, and was now looking in James's direction, an open frown written on her features. As Gabriel noticed her staring, she quickly turned on her heel and strode back down the near-empty corridor, the sound of her clicking footfalls fading into the distance. He knew that James considered him paranoid - and, for what it was worth, he [i]was[/i] paranoid. You didn't take a job here just to be careless, and there were people here who wanted in Cassidy's good books so bad that they threw others under the bus to get there. [i]Those[/i] were the ones to watch out for. But if he'd told James, the man wouldn't believe [i]that[/i], either. 

He was about to do likewise - walk away - when James said something which surprised him. [i]I don't think you're a bad guy.[/i] If only he knew. Greed. It had been greed which had gotten him involved in this, and now it was too late to back out. Aside from having someone killed, he knew Cassidy could ruin future job prospects for those who tried to leave. Maybe it [i]was[/i] crazy. Maybe Jack had gotten inside his head. But for what it was worth, he didn't get so far in his career only to have it end with his unsolved murder. "Tell me you're still scrubbing for Mrs. Cassidy's transplant." He stated flatly. "Because it's either that or your first day also becomes your last."