They say that love is a beautiful and blooming flower well-tended by a devoted admirer. And the nurses of Brookhaven Hospital certainly come across enough static advice columns and lovesick poetry to believe this.
Never mind the fact that they don't have eyes to read the columns in papers that never change or lips to regale each other with beautiful, poetic lyricals - they have hearts, and that's the only thing that matters. Without a mouth, they cannot even gossip or kiss, but their hearts beat in a semblance of morse code:
- they tell each other that they want to fall in love
- they want to find a strong, handsome man who will tell them they are beautiful
- they want that man to give them chocolates and flowers - really big ones, too - for their birthdays and anniversaries
- they say that they'll get married once they're in love and have two-point-five children with a dog
- but not like that, they say (and they didn't even need to clarify that because they all understood anyway).
All they want is to find love. And James? He just might be that man, they think; and it is love at first heartbeat.
But there are no flowers in Brookhaven Hospital.