The doctor is a picture of sheer horror as he glares at Claire's hand holding Gabriel's. "You don't know what you're doing. His condition could worsen. He's not over the critical phase, yet." He looks around. "Where are the nurses?"
"I asked them a favor, Doc," Miguel jumps in. "She must see him. Or else this entire hospital would be shuttered."
"What?" The doctor's eyes ping-pong from Claire to Miguel to Claire, unsure of how to take what the man just said. "What do you mean? Who is she, anyway? And what does my hospital have to do with your recklessness?"
"You may not yet know it, but we own this hospital," Miguel says, his face serious. "And if something bad happens to Gabriel and he doesn't get a chance to be with her, even for a few minutes, then we will be very upset. That's why I had to send the nurses away, just to give them some privacy. Only for a few minutes."
"But you don't understand—"
