Wilson stood in front of Chase's room. He stared at the doctor, who was lying with closed eyes, his hands in a strong fist. He wanted to talk to Chase, because he new what the young australian felt. But he just couldn't do it.

You gotta do this, Wilson encouraged himself. Come on. I'ts easy. You just step in, and say the words.

He decided to do so. He stepped in, closing the sliding door behind him. Chase looked up for a moment, and then dropped his head back onto the pillows.

- What do you want? – he said in an unpatient tone.

Wilson sat beside Chase's bed, and sighed.

- Chase, I know how hard this is for you, but you have to listen to me. ARVD is not a fatal condition, if we controll it. And…

- You're gonna have to implant a cardioverter-defibrillator. – he said, cutting Wilson off. – I had two tachycardias. This is the best option, isn't it?

- Well… – Wilson said – it is really the best thing to do, but we aren't sure of it right now.

- Yeah, right… – Chase confirmed angrily.

They remained silent for a moment. Chase was picking the corner of his blanket with rough movements, and Wilson was staring at his hands, thinking frantically. What can he say to Chase? Seriously, what can possibly someone say to a person who just figured out he has a genetic heart disease? Wilson comforted many patients of his with cancer, but when it came to Chase, his brain simply blocked. But why? It's because he's one of his colleauges? Or maybe… there's something else… No, it can't be… Wilson quickly chased away these frustrating thoughts. This was not the most important question right now.

Wilson was about to say something, when someone knocked on the door. The two doctors immediately looked there, and saw a thirty-year old woman, who was standing outside the room. She was smiling, and waving at Wilson.

Chase suddenly felt something really strange. Like if he was being lifted out of the room, through the clouds, and straight into heaven. He stared at the young woman's beautiful eyes, her silky, shiny brown hair, her smooth skin and amazing smile. She looked like an angel. Chase's throat became dry as he whispered the following words:

- Who's… that? – he croaked with hoarse voice.

- Oh… she's… one of my patients… I forgot I planned a meeting with her… gotta go! – he quickly stood up, cursing himself. Why didn't he remember his appointment with her? Now his time to talk with Chase is shortened… he got out of the room saying a quick goodbye to Chase.

Chase couldn't stop staring at the wonderful angel. He watched her as she started to talk with Wilson; he followed her every movement with his gaze. When she laughed, when she smiled, some kind of unexplainable happiness came over him. He wanted to watch her for hours, every single moment in every day.

Cameron came in, smiling at Chase; she was, as usually, happy to see him. Chase quickley smiled at her, and then turned back to Wilson and his patient.

- Who is she? – he asked Cameron. Ha was hoping she can awnser the question.

- Oh, she? She's Sylviana, Wilson's cancer patient. After they broke up, her condition started to improve. She has leukemia, wich has almost disappeared by now.

- After… after they broke up? – muttered Chase. He didn't really listen to Cameron after she said that ridiculous sentence.

- Oh yes. – Cameron mysteriously smiled at Chase. – Sylviana is Wilson's ex-girlfriend.