Gabriel's mouth hangs open as he watches Claire offering herself to donate her blood. Suddenly he sees a different dimension of this woman. And if he'd known how Claire is so frightened of needles, he'd appreciate more the magnitude of this gesture.
"Are you sure about this?" he asks as they walk toward wherever the nurses are taking them.
"Are you serious, Gab? This is for Miguel. There's not even time for having second thoughts." Yet, even as she says this, her mouth, her face is pale, like she's just trying to steel her resolve and ignore the butterflies in her stomach.
