"Zack Matthew was the first patient I lost," Chris answered, "I knew I did my best. The worst part was having to tell his family that he didn't make it"
"I'm so sorry," Chris said softly, "I can't say I know how you're feeling but I may know soon?"
Mrs. Matthew looked up from her tears.
"Why is that" she asked.
"My three-month-old daughter, Marie, needs a double lung transplant. She suffered from double Pneumonia. She's AB Negative which is-"
"The rarest blood type," Mr. Matthew interrupted, "Our boy had AB Negative blood."
Chris felt a surge of hope. Mr. and Mrs. Matthew talked quietly among themselves for a few minutes. They approached Chris.
"We want your daughter to have Zack's lungs," Mrs. Matthew said.
"Nothing will bring back our boy," Mr. Matthew continued, "But this way something good will come out of this calamity!"
Chris felt Nick's hand on his shoulder.
"Telling a family their loved one didn't make it was always the hardest part of my job," Chris said.
"But the death of this child caused the life of your child," Nick pointed out.
"Yes," Chris replied, "And I was eternally grateful to Mr. and Mrs. Matthew. But it didn't escape me that Annie and I were celebrating the death of an innocent child and that child was essentially the savior of my own child."
"Isn't Ian's middle name Zack?"
"It is," Chris answered.
Annie was sitting on the bed holding Marie's hand. Chris ran in excitedly.
"Annie! A little boy died today," he exclaimed, "Marie is going to get his lungs."
"Oh my GOD," Annie exclaimed.
She hugged Chris and they both started crying.
"How did you convince the family to give us the child's lungs," Annie asked.
"I didn't," Chris said, "They decided to do that on their own."
"What was the child's name," Annie asked.