Moving to stand from her place on the couch, Jill carefully stretched and looked around. From the rare emails from Hank, Divya and Evan, she understood that there were things that he hadn't told her. Things she hadn't been aware of until she had arrived back in the Hamptons.

"Oh good, you're awake." Hank greeted as he walked downstairs. He was wearing the usual Hank attire, which consisted of a plain green shirt and jeans.

She turned towards him, keeping her hands by her side. "How come you didn't try and wake me?"

"I did, actually." Hank mentioned, opening the fridge door. "Even went to see a few patients and you looked like you hadn't moved the entire time I was gone. I know it's been a long week, but you're sure you're feeling okay?"

Jill thought about it, then smiled. "A few more days of uninterrupted sleep like that and I should be good. I haven't really slept well since I left, due to lots of staff training and a few other things."

"Other things?" He inquired, pouring some coffee for the both of them. Just as she opened her mouth to respond to his question, his phone rang. He set his cup back on the counter, pulling his phone from his back pocket.

"This is Hank." He greeted, watching Jill retreat back towards the couch. She slipped her shoes on that had been sitting near the left side of the couch. "I'll be right there."

"Everything okay?"

"Divya and I have a patient that we need to see, but you're welcome to stay here as long as you want."

"Thanks, but I think I'll head back over to the hotel." Grabbing her purse that she had left by the side of the couch. "I should rest up just in case I have to deal with my family again."

"Okay well, why don't I drop you back at the hotel on my way?" He gestured towards the door. She looked unsure for a moment, not wanting to argue or continue their earlier conversation.

"That would be great, thanks. In the meantime, I should probably think about getting a rental car, if for some reason I stay here longer than a week."

"Hi." Veronica greeted Hank and Divya at the door. She had strawberry blond hair, fair skin, a slightly perky personality and was wearing a white dress with floral print. "Thank you for coming. My regular doctor is in Manhattan. But I have so many clients in the Hamptons, and I just don't like to leave unless absolutely necessary.

"Do you perform weddings?" Divya inquired, upon looking at the wall filled with framed pictures of happy couples that lined one side of the wall.

"No, I don't. I perform introductions. I'm a matchmaker. This is my wall of fame. Are you two single? I have some space on my wall still."

"I'm married to my work." Hank deadpanned as they walked into the living room area. "Uh, haven't gotten around to buying a ring yet, but I will."

"And are you open to-"

"No." Divya answered shortly, following right behind Hank.

"Just checking. The hazard of the job." Veronica responded as Hank set his bag down on her glass coffee table. "Oh, you hit the remote. Let me fix that." Reaching underneath his bag, he gladly handed the remote to her and she pushed a button that stopped the blinds from rising on the three exterior windows."Thank you. Ooh-" Wavering back and forth, both Hank and Divya put a hand on her back as they helped her sit. "There's that again. Sorry, lightheaded. It's been happening all morning." Hank touched the stethoscope to her chest. "I also have a fluttering in my chest. Like a hummingbird. Just something that a woman in my condition has to take seriously."

"You're referring to your surge. Wait-" Hank listened to what he was hearing, in slight disbelief nonetheless. "I hear two heartbeats."

"Maybe it's the stethoscope." Divya whispered as she sat down in the chair to the side of the couch.

"Maybe it's my two hearts." Veronica confirmed. Hank's eyebrow rose in surprise as he put the stethoscope back in his bag. "You had a heterotopic heart transplant?"

A rather rare surgery, a heterotopic heart transplant was used for patients who's donor heart that was too small, the patient has a weak heart and need another one to help it function; or if they have pulmonary hypertension.

"Yes, but you shouldn't be able to hear them both. They should both beat as one. It's far more romantic that way." Veronica gestured wildly with her hands.

"Not to mention healthier."

"Yeah." Veronica laughed, although a little too happily.

"Yeah, I'm going to do an EKG." Hank announced in a serious tone. That seemed to replace the air in the room with a little less happiness.

"Fun." Veronica countered, with less enthusiasm than before as she sat back against the couch.

"Then I will get the portable EKG machine from the car, and we can get started." Divya volunteered, standing up quickly and disappearing towards the front of the house.

"Thanks, Divya."

She returned a few minutes later with the machine in hand, looking like she had taken a few deep breaths and was more herself as she set the machine down on the coffee table.

"If I had a nickle for every time I had an EKG." Veronica leaned back as he attached the patches to her skin. "I would have a metric buttload of nickels." Hank gave a pleasant laugh as she continued. "I was diagnosed with cardiomyopathy nine years ago. Two years on the transplant list, seven years as a transplant patient. And the month after my surgery, I had to have an EKG every other day." The two doctors shared an sympathetic look. "That's like fifteen nickels right there. I could probably do it myself, but I wouldn't be able to read it."

"Well let's see if I can. I've never done one on two hearts."

"Yeah, I get that a lot."

"Why did your doctors add a heart rather than perform a replacement?" Divya inquired, her interest now peaked at the fact that their patient had two hearts beating inside of her.

"They couldn't find a perfect match. So they put in a second to help mine pump. After the surgery I was all heart, so I decided to start a matchmaking business. No one ever likes that joke." Veronica teased, as the EKG machine recorded her heartbeats. "But feel free to be the first."

"Uh, it's alright." Hank glanced down at the machine. "Hmm. Uh, the complexes in one heart appear to be normal, but the other shows intermittent SVT."

"Definitely wouldn't have been able to read that." Veronica shook her head, a concerned look in her eyes.

"I'd like to take you to a local specialist just to be safe."

"Ah, the life of a transplant patient." Veronica laughed sarcastically as the machine continued to track her heart rhythm. She stayed hooked up until the allotted time was up, then Hank removed the patches and she sat up.

"The doctor will probably want to look at your medications, so you should bring them."

"Hope you have a big back seat." Helping her up, Veronica disappeared down another hall with white painted walls and lots of windows. As she did, Hank and Divya packed up the machine and then Hank thought back to what he had said about being married to his work.

"It looks like Veronica has been successful in her endeavors as a matchmaker."

"Please don't tell me you're actually thinking of her setting you up with someone." Divya countered, grabbing her bag that she had left by the chair she had been sitting in.

"Not really, no."

"I have a feeling there's a but in there-"

Hank couldn't help but smile as he shrugged and they walked towards the front of the house. "Perhaps it would be nice to meet that one person you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with."