It's already morning proper when Mrs. Gomez reaches the hospital. It took her just a minute to find Gabriel, sitting alone in the small waiting area outside the ICU.
"You don't look like you've had at least a cup of coffee, Mr. Tan," she says, trying to smile. "Would you like me to go and fetch one for you?"
Gabriel sighs. "Thank you, I'm fine. And thank you for coming here."
Mrs. Gomez takes the seat next to him. She gazes around, as though looking for someone. "How's Miguel?"
"He's fine. At least his vitals are stable. He's asleep. We're all just waiting for the blood."
"What the hell happened to him?"
Gabriel looks at her, sadness in his eyes. "You are aware of Miguel's thing for Claire, right? You've witnessed it."
