As Claire sleeps, Miguel takes out his phone and dials a number.
"Jean, please call up this hospital and ask if they have an available room where a guest can safely sleep."
"Yes, sir, give me a sec," Jean says. She has been Miguel's personal assistant for years. "Let me trace my contacts and call you."
"Sure," Miguel says and hangs up.
He paces the waiting area, now darkened as the hospital turned off the lights in the hallway. The only light they get is what streams out of the little glass windows of the ICU rooms. And this he cannot accept; Claire sitting it out here depresses him. She deserves a lot better. He's trying to decide whether to bring Claire back to her place, or find an available room in this hospital where she can sleep.
