Melinda watched as they left, Ray turning back a couple times and glaring at her. She looked to Jim. "I don't know, Jim. This is tiring." She placed her head on his chest.
"Excuse me?" An elderly gentleman looked at Melinda. "Can you help me?"
"Yeah. What do you need?"
"I need someone to help me go to the bathroom." He looked up at Jim. "Can you get a doctor for me?"
Jim smiled. "He's not…"
Melinda laughed and shook her head. "No, he's very much alive." She looked at the gentleman. "I'll try to get you one." She made her way back to the triage desk. "Excuse me."
The young blonde nurse stared hard. "What? Dr. Barnett?"
"Actually, any doctor. There's this old man out here and he…"
The nurse ran out. "Mr. Spillard! Come on, hon. I got you."
Melinda watched as the young nurse helped the elderly gentleman through the doors. "This should be interesting." She laughed.
"For you." Gallant stood at the door and looked back at her. "How do I get Ray and Neela to believe you?"
Melinda shrugged. "Tell them something that only you would know."
Gallant laughed. "She has this birthmark on her right…" he pointed to his chest.
Melinda held up her hands and smiled. "I don't want to know!" She grabbed Jim's arm. "Let's go."
"Don't want to know what?" A soft British accent stopped Melinda and Jim in their tracks.
"Something Jim was saying." She cautiously approached the young doctor. "I'm Melinda Gordon and this is my husband, Jim Clancy."
"How do you know Michael?" Neela's icy demeanor didn't change.
"Med school. Tell her you know me from Northwestern Medical." Gallant pleaded.
"We went to med school together." Melinda softly smiled, hoping that Neela's demeanor would change.
"He never mentioned you."
"We were really acquaintances." Melinda looked at Neela. "Look whatever you…"
"Then you know he's dead." Neela's voice was now as icy as her face.
"Yes. I know." Melinda raised her eyebrows. "I'm so sorry. I know he loved you dearly."
"Not enough." Melinda looked at Gallant.
"What?"
"What 'what'?" Neela asked.
"Nothing." Melinda shook her head.
"Tell her I didn't love her enough. I put duty and country before my wife." Gallant stood in front of Neela. He looked over at Melinda. "Tell her I'm sorry for leaving her here, alone. I should have discussed it further with her, but I am my father's son and I inherited my sense of duty from him. Never realizing it would cost me the one thing I wanted most. Her." His eyes filled with tears. "I knew she loved Ray more than she would ever admit. Hell, I swore that if I didn't marry her, he would. But, I loved her. I loved her!"
The patients in the waiting room screamed as glass suddenly burst from the triage window, causing the blonde nurse to jump back. Melinda looked at Gallant. "She knows you love her."
"What?" Neela looked at Melinda.
"He loves you."
"I don't know what game you're pulling here, but…"
The nurse came from behind the doors. "Can you tell me what just happened and why did my triage window break? It's bullet proof and can not be shattered." She gave an accusatory look towards Melinda.
Melinda just looked around. Too many faces, both dead and alive, stared at her. Next thing she knew, she passed out.
"Ms. Gordon?" Melinda vaguely recognized the voice as that of Dr. Barnett. "Ms. Gordon?"
She woke up to find him shining a bright light in her eyes. "I'm fine."
"Good. Then maybe we can talk." Ray pulled a stool up beside the bed. "First of all, you didn't go to med school with Gallant. You weren't in the Army. Tell me the truth. How do you know Gallant?"
"He's so aggravating, isn't he?" Gallant smiled. "But, my how he's grown as a doctor. No longer the 'Dispo Doc', eh? Takes good care of his patients."
"Sorry for earlier." Melinda apologized. "But I'm glad that you're helping me. It's rumored you take good care of your patients."
Ray finished writing in his chart. "Yeah, I do, but that's part of being a doctor."
"Then why were you called the 'Dispo Doc'?"
Ray dropped the chart. "How did you know?"
Melinda shrugged. "I just…"
"No one outside of this ER knows that." Ray stood up. "I don't know what kind of scam you're working here, but…"
"Chill, pal." Jim's voice was threatening, causing Ray to sit back down.
Melinda shifted on the bed. "I know how this will sound, but I can talk to and see the dead."
Ray scoffed. "You can do what?"
"See and talk to the dead."
Michael stood in front of Ray. "Tell him that I'm sorry I never really got to know him. He seems like a great guy. Just the type of guy for Neela."
"He's sorry he never got to see you grow as a doctor and got to know you."
"Who?" Ray looked at her.
"Gallant."
"He's here?"
"Who do you think slapped the back of your neck and pushed you down, picked you up, and dropped you?"
Ray nearly fell off the stool he was sitting on. He looked at Melinda. "Go on."
